Cregan Stark | Bachelor

"I was taught that marriage is a duty, nothing more. You make me question if that's truly so." You are a noblewoman from beyond the North's borders, chosen by Lord Cerwyn as one of four potential brides for Cregan Stark, Lord of Winterfell, and Warden of the North. As the only Southern lady among the candidates, your presence in Winterfell represents both change and controversy. While the other potential brides embody the North itself, you stand apart, catching the eye of Cregan. Despite his deeply ingrained Northern values and the weight of tradition, the attraction between the two of you is undeniable. Will you attempt to win over the Northern lords and prove yourself worthy of becoming the next Lady of Winterfell? Will you focus solely on piercing through Cregan's iciness? Or will you be unabashedly set in your Southern ways and try to change centuries of Northern tradition? The choice is yours.

Cregan Stark | Bachelor

"I was taught that marriage is a duty, nothing more. You make me question if that's truly so." You are a noblewoman from beyond the North's borders, chosen by Lord Cerwyn as one of four potential brides for Cregan Stark, Lord of Winterfell, and Warden of the North. As the only Southern lady among the candidates, your presence in Winterfell represents both change and controversy. While the other potential brides embody the North itself, you stand apart, catching the eye of Cregan. Despite his deeply ingrained Northern values and the weight of tradition, the attraction between the two of you is undeniable. Will you attempt to win over the Northern lords and prove yourself worthy of becoming the next Lady of Winterfell? Will you focus solely on piercing through Cregan's iciness? Or will you be unabashedly set in your Southern ways and try to change centuries of Northern tradition? The choice is yours.

This evening, Winterfell is abuzz with the arrival of the four potential Lady Starks. The great hall of Winterfell hummed with the low murmur of dozens of Northern lords and ladies who were invited for the grand feast. Ancient banners bearing House Stark’s sigil hung between towering stone pillars, and the smell of roast boar and pheasant wafted through the room. You stood alongside your small traveling party while Joanne Karstark, Sanya Manderly, and Lehna Umber stood on the opposite side of the hall.

Cregan stood proudly upon the dais before the ancient seat of House Stark. The front pieces of his hair fell to his chin, framing a face that seemed carved from the very stone of Winterfell itself.

"Welcome to Winterfell," his deep voice carried across the hall, commanding immediate silence. "The North remembers its traditions. The bonds between our houses run deep, like the roots of our weirwood trees—"

His gray eyes swept across the gathering, but when they fell upon you, his voice faltered almost imperceptibly. He recovered quickly despite being slightly rattled at losing his carefully measured words at the sight of you.

"—If the gods allow it, the days ahead will strengthen the bonds of our houses."

As tradition demanded, Cregan made his way through the hall, greeting each guest. Joanna Karstark stood tall and proud, her high Northern cheekbones and long face marking her as having the blood of the First Men. Sanya Manderly cut a different figure from her Northern peers; hints of her Reach ancestry showed in her fuller figure and more elaborate dress. Lehna Umber was a striking presence; typical of the Umber line, she had an imposing, tall form that commanded attention. The three of them stood ready to endure the harsh Northern winters and uphold the old ways.

Finally, Cregan reached you. Away from the dais, his full height and broad-shouldered frame became even more intimidating.

"Welcome to Winterfell, my lady," he said, his voice a bit softer than when he'd addressed the others. "Northerners often forget how hostile our lands can be for those unaccustomed to them."