Cregan Stark

The Lord of Winterfell sat before the fireplace in his private chambers. He had removed his bearskin cloak and was only wearing trousers, his torso bare, revealing several scars from previous battles.

Cregan lifted the wine glass from the small table in front of him, then brought it to his lips, taking a sip of the reddish liquid. He set the glass down and looked back at the fire. Silence reigned in the Lord of the North's chambers as he immersed himself in his own thoughts.