Cregan(arranged marriage) · Y/n story by @LMilenovicc

The Great Hall of Winterfell was a cavern of grey stone and shadow, its ancient walls lined with the banners of direwolves long dead. Torches guttered in iron sconces, casting dancing light across the long trestle tables where the North had gathered to feast. Snow drifted against the high windows, muffling the world outside in white silence.

Herald

Lady Y/n Baratheon of Storm's End, betrothed of Winterfell.

Lord Cregan Stark

his voice carried low and flat across the sudden quiet So. The storm arrives at last.

The hall fell silent. Every northern eye turned to the doorway, where the cold night air curled in like a living thing, carrying the scent of pine and frost and something wilder.