#house of the Dragon series

[demigoddessqueens]

You’re serving? You just killed the Queen Who Never Was and you’re serving

[insomniakisses]

Can u do an alternate part to ur alicent H series maybe that would help with the writers block

The king’s Daughter and the Queen | 3 Alternate Ver

Character: Alicent Targaryen Neè Hightower (HOTD)

Taglist: @fuckinglittlekitten , @sydneyyyya , @federalclassroom , @watercolorskyy , @dd122004dd ,

Warnings/notes: death of the king, murder and violent scenes, reader is Rhaenyras Sister, suspicoun of cheating, hints of miscarriage, mentions of Aemond, Aegon and Helaena being bastards, omega!alicent, Alpha!reader, omegaverse au, tw; Daemon.

One. / Two.

Your eyes begin to shut and your mind falls back to your promise. It’s then that your mind is made up. You could save your children from a life of fear by telling your sister of their true parents, but you could not save them from the misery of duty to the crown. No. You would all swear oath to your sister and you would save your children and Alicent no matter the cost.

-

Rhaenyra arrived late that night/early morning having taken off as soon as the raven had arrived, you having sent a raven as soon as you had heard of the kings death. She had arrived on dragon back, her children and daemon in tow her two youngest Aegon and Viserys being carried by herself and daemon.

The palace was asleep when they had arrived, clearly their plan incase anything or anyone was to get in the way of her taking her rightful throne.

With her children settled and taken to their beds daemon sat in the small council room, Rhaenyra making her way to get you.

You awoke to a knock on your chambers, half asleep you stumbled quietly to the door making sure not to wake Alicent. Grabbing a robe to wrap around you, not wanting to flash whomever was at the door your alpha hood.

Opening the door, your met with your sister, she gives you a small smile asking if you would join her in the small council room once dressed. You nod about to bid her goodbye when a voice calls out asking whom is at the door and you cringe seeing your sisters features harden at alicents voice. She walks of not saying a word and you cuss moving to dress quickly as to not keep her waiting.

“Baby? Who was it?” Alicent calls confusion and sleep clouding her mind. “And where are you going at this hour?”

“Rhaenyra. It was Rhaenyra.” You huff out moving to place a sweet kiss to her lips cupping her face as it scrunches up in confusion “At this hour? Why?” She whines clearly upset at being awake so early when she went to bed so late. You chuckle pushing her hair out of her face softly “I wrote to her about the kings death, I plan to deal with it and I’m going to the council room now to discuss things about the corrination and the kids and us. Everything.” You rub her cheek softly with you thumb kissing her again to reassure her.

“You should sleep baby, don’t worry I will handle this” you guide her back down onto the bed tucking her back in and bidding her a good night.

-

Entering the council room your met with a glaring Rhaenyra at the head of the table in the chair your father usually sat, daemon to her left staring at you blankly.

“Why.” She stares blankly at you.

“Why? Why what..?” You chuckle, clearly nervous. She doesn’t answer you but gives you a look that tells you she’s not playing around. “Alicent and I… have been involved for some time…” you mumble heat rushing to your cheeks as daemon makes a crude remark laughing at the thought of you fucking Alicent.

“How long.” Her jaw is clenched and you know shes fucking pissed, best to answer her honestly you think. “Uh… around 22 years….” You draw out, “since before Aegon was born” you mumble avoiding eye contact.

“Ha! Hypocritical cunt” Daemon exclaims, causing a deep growl to escape your throat. This makes him freeze a smirk pulling at his lips “Oh,” he draws out “Dear wife, it seems your sister has quite the thing for alicent it makes me wonder if perhaps she has given her a pup of her own..” he looks at you then leaning closer “Or three.“

You lunge towards him with a growl landing a few punches to his face as he laughs like the violence driven maniac he is. The scene reminds Rhaenyra of the interaction between Cristen and Harwin all those years ago. It was enough to confirm what Daemon had said that the three children were indeen yours and Alicents not the kings.

“Y/n!” She calls attempting to pull you off of Daemon, a distraction he uses to grab his blade you hear it unsheath and Rhaenyra backs away clearly letting daemon do as he sees fit.

You knock the chair nearest to you, thinking fast, and it hits his head hard he groans holding his face and all you think of is your children and your sweet sweet alicent. You understand now as long as daemon lives they wont be safe so you do the one thing you have to.

You grab dark sister from its place on the floor, ur uncle having dropped it when attacked earlier, and stab his chest hard before pulling it out and stabbing him again. His chest, then his neck, then his stomach, his head. You loose control barely conscious of your own actions blood splatting everywhere a loud ringing in your ears drowning out your sisters sobs and pleas.

It’s only when a sharp pain hits ur arm that you stop, hissing in pain you turn seeing a dagger stuck there you rip it out with a growl. Turning and pushing your sister over, not noticing how she grips her stomach in from pain or fear you’re not sure.

“This, this could of been avoided Rhaenyra.” You stare down at her eyes dark almost taken over by the thrill of killing daemon in front of his wife. “But of course..” you chuckle as if mockinng her “ever the spoiled whore.”

You know its a low blow and she whimpers looking down as her heart breaks from your betrayal. She should have known better, she should have expected you to want the throne or for daemon to cause problems she-

Shes broken out of her thoughts by the sight of Ser Criston Cole, and your authoritive boice, “Cole, Please fetch princess rhaenyras children and have them brought outside where there mother will be waiting. He nods leaving as you grab your sister, forcing her upright and dragging her towards the exit of the red keep.

“I WILL NOT GO! I WILL-“ she yells, smaching her fists against your chest till your growl deep pushing her to the floor watching her fall the short steps to the dirt outside the keep.

“You will go, go to dragonstone and reside there till the end of your days with your children, under my rule as queen or I will slaughter every single one of you. For the sake and saftey if my family”

She whimpers backing down, theres an unknown danger and darkness in your eyes that makes her believe you. Not to mention the murder of her husband and uncle she had witnessed. Though she has little time to dwell on it, as her children as soon shoved out and towards them she thinks of calling for their dragons but realises there no where to be seen.

“Where-“

Shes cut off by Syrax, Arax and Vermax being escorted out of the dragon pit, and frowns not seeing Ceraxes anywhere.

“I think I’ll keep him,” you speak up as he if reading her mind. “He’d be so terribly lonely without his rider” she sees your smug smile that increases when your own dragon lands on the roof roaring down at her in threat. The sharp pain in her stomach growing as she feels something wet and hot leak down her leg. She holds back her tears, not wanting you to see them and painfully mounts her dragon holding Aegon the younger to her as Jace holds young Viserys. Luke riding on his own. You watch them fly off with an odd sense of power in your gut. You don’t in the slightest feel guilty. After all you were only protecting your family.

-

Going back inside, you make quick work of notifying your staff to be on guard in case of attack. You go to your chambers to get cleaned up. You feel sick. Sure you never liked daemon but the dried blood caked on your skin, the stench of his death in the air around you, the knowledge you were capable of such a thing it churns you stomach.

Your deep in though as you sit motionless in cold hot bath, its only when you feel a kiss placed on your temple that you realise Alicent is there.

“My love!” She exclaimes cupping your face as though it may break. “W-what happened!? Who’s blood is this?”

“D-da-ae-mon” you mumble staring blankly. “I-I didn’t mean to! It just happened, he threatened you he threatened the children I-“

“And what of Rhaenyra?” Her eyes bore into yours anxiously, she could forgive you for Daemon’s death, hell shed forgive you for killing Rhaenyra’s bastards. But to know you were so far gone you’d kill your sister, then she would begin to fear for her own life and that of the children.

“Safe..” you confirm, “well i kicked her out, sent her to dragon stone with her children but without her husband’s body or dragon…. Its like a blur.”

She nods whipping the blood from your hands as you talk, her heart breaking at the far away look in your eyes. She silently prays to the seven that the person she fell in love with is still there.

“We will handle this my love, but who will take the throne?”

“Me.”

A/n: Ngl i had fun making reader go feral 😂 true targaryen madness right there. Hope u like it! And i feel like i could continue the series like this if its wanted!

[multiverseofseries]

HBO’s official statement regarding the House Of The Dragon finale leak:

“We are aware that clips from the season finale of House of the Dragon have emerged on social media platforms. The clips were posted after an unintended release from an international third-party distributor. HBO is aggressively monitoring and removing clips from the internet, and fans can watch the episode in its entirety this Sunday night on HBO and Max.”

[aemondwhoresworld]

𝐦𝐚𝐞. 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

mae: english is not my native language, so there might be a few mistake in my writing, grammar. thank you for reading! ✿ — mae RECCOMENDATIONS | GIFs | IDEAs

cregan stark

SOUVENIR

STRANGER TO LOVERS

SCARS BENEATH THE SURFACE

aemond targaryen

MY LADY TYRELL

jacaerys velaryon

[COMING SOON…]

ewan mitchell

WITH WIRED

Y/N, EWAN AND ELOWEN MITCHELL [mini series | dad!ewan]

gwayne hightower

‘SYRENA’

[cinelestial]

New tv poster for HOUSE OF THE DRAGON Season 2

Premiering on MAX June 16th

[saccmaass]

Recommended Daemon Targaryen fics

Here’s a list of all my favorite Daemon Targaryen fics I’ve read lately, I hope you’ll enjoy them as much as I did!

Note: please pay attention to the warnings

Thank you @firefly-graphics for the dividers:)

But You're Pretty When You're Mine by @charnelhouse​

After the incident at the brothel,  Daemon chooses to return to Rhaenyra instead of getting drunk.

The House Of Red And Black by @jamilelucato​

liking someone that doesn't like you back is hard, even when you are a princess and a Targaryen

The Beds Getting Cold by @blayresmuses​

daemon has been leaving you lonely but he always manages to make it up to you.

Raging Fire by @xximpressions  Velaryon!reader (completed)

Your Uncle, Lord Corlys, has betrothed you to the King's brother, Prince Daemon. And when you meet, you are not at all what he expects.

Daemon + Breeding Kink by @angelltheninth​

preg sex by ​ @angelltheninth

[jamesfrain]

Yes!!! Gag him, Simon.

House of the Dragon — S02E05 'Regent'

[alicenthightcwer]

✨JUST AEGON II TARGARYEN THINGS✨

1x08 The Lord and the Tides 2x04 The Red Dragon and the Gold

[gibsonsgirl]

my body is not mine. it was my father’s before it became the king’s, for whom i bore the children who would inherit it. i am the shape you made me.

[calirph]

𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍

in house of the dragon 2.06.

[demigoddessqueens]

Died in Hamlet to be resurrected in Westeros, welcome back Ophelia

[haveyouseenthisseries-poll]

The full top 100 list can be found here, and this post was inpired by this poll!

[girlsloveupdates]

GL airing in 2025 (so far)

Only You (original plot)

The series mixes action and adventure, with Tawan, a bodyguard in charge of protecting Ira. The romance between them grows amid threats and dangerous situations, creating a plot full of action and emotion. (summarised by @lesbicine)

Watch the official teaser here.

The Dragon House (novel adapted)

The Dragon House tells the story of Fei Long, heiress to the feared Dragon Fire Gang, who needs to form an alliance with Wang Li Ming, the successor of the Jade Lion Gang. Together, the two face rivalries and tensions, and the chemistry between them promises to heat up the plot. (summarised by @lesbicine)

Watch the official teaser here.

Buy My Boss (novel adapted)

Recent graduate Manfan is facing numerous problems: her family's bankrupt; she's been dumped; everything's gone downhill, dragged down to the abyss. Wanting nothing more than some release, she hires an enchanting escort named Araya who reassures her that good things are coming. Who would have thought that later, when she takes on an important job, would she meet her boss Issara, and would come to learn that Araya and Issara are one and the same?

Watch the official teaser here.

Us (novel adapted)

Dokrak decides to take a gap year to find herself after finishing high school. She has a part-time job at a coworking space coffee shop. It's here that she crosses paths with dentistry student Pam who’s a regular at the café to hit the books. As she gets to know Pam, Dokrak develops a crush. When her brother, however, meets Pam, he falls for her at first sight. Kawi turns to Dokrak, asking her to play matchmaker. Because she loves him and wants to see him happy, Dokrak begins coaching him. As time goes on, however, she finds herself unable to ignore her growing feelings for Pam. Before she knows it, she's fully in love and Pam is Kawi's girlfriend.

Watch the official teaser here.

Reverse With Me (novel adapted)

Amid the intricate waltz of time, Kliaokhluen's life was spared seven years ago by a mysterious medical student Karan who possesses the power to manipulate time. Saved from the brink of death, Kliaokhluen found her life purpose, yet the only remnant of her savior was a name. Haunted by an unfulfilled connection, Kliaokhluen embarks on a relentless quest for Karan. She pursues a medical degree to follow in the footsteps of her enigmatic savior until fate takes an unexpected turn when, amidst the frantic urgency of the emergency room, their paths converge once more. Karan emerges, not as a fellow student but as a cold and distant cardiothoracic surgeon. Kliaokhluen, now a seasoned sixth-year medical student, struggles to bridge the gap, yearning for acknowledgment and understanding. As the lines between past and present blur, secrets unfold, revealing a complex accident from years ago and the icy demeanor of the woman who holds the key to Kliaokhluen's unanswered questions. Will Karan remain indifferent, refusing to recognize her unique ability to control time, or will their intertwined destinies finally unravel?

Watch the official trailer here.

Shades (original plot)

The series takes place in a chaotic all-girls school. The students, who are expected to be well-behaved, are rebellious and break the rules.

Watch the official teaser here.

No Romeo (original plot)

The series follows two friends. As their feelings evolve, financial and family issues come into play, bringing complication and depth to their relationship.

I’m Your Moon (novel adapted)

In the Buddhist year 2456 (1913), social rank and tradition bars the love between two princesses. Her Serene Highness Princess Phiangrawi and Her Serene Highness Princess Sasinapha are like sun and moon; they may never exist side by side. Nevertheless, their unfulfilled love and heart's wishes weave them a path back to each other. By the Buddhist year 2564 (2021), a new era has dawned when they fall back into one another's orbits. Katsakorn and Athitthan happen to meet and love blossoms in their hearts once more. The path to love, however, is never easy. The two must join hands to fight for it. Even without the veil of tradition barring them, the treacherous tale from the past still has a hold on their present.

Girl Rules (original plot)

The series follows the messy lives of six women. These women all follow different career paths, however are all still intricately linked with each other. Some are friends, ex-lovers, soon-to-be lovers, rivals or are in a situationship.

Watch the pilot trailer here.

Whale Store XOXO (novel adapted)

A repair girl meets the owner of a grocery store owner who needs help saving her business from going under, and they end up falling in love.

Watch the pilot trailer here.

Let’s Kick This Love (original plot)

The plot follows two main characters in an action-packed, adventure-filled story, with Senam in the cast, playing an important role in the plot. (summarised by @lesbicine)

Stuck With Me (novel adapted)

The plot revolves around Maitree and ManMek. One of them has the ability to stop time for 10 minutes. The plot mixes romance and mystery, with a good dose of tension, as the professional issues of both generate emotional complexity and the control of time can bring dramatic twists and turns. (summarised by @lesbicine)

Clairebell (novel adapted)

Belle Lalita was arrested on drug possession charges, even though the drugs weren’t hers. However, with the overwhelming evidence against her, her lawyer argued that there was no chance of winning the case, even if they fought it. Reluctantly, the young woman accepted her fate and stepped into prison, sentenced to fifteen months. However, life inside prison for Belle was far from peaceful as she had expected. She became a target of a powerful group within the prison, a group so influential that even the warden turned a blind eye to their actions due to mutual benefits. Belle had no other choice. Her last hope for survival lay with Claire, known as "Nineteen Scars," a notorious inmate whom no one dared approach. Amidst the storm of her life, while being confined and stripped of her freedom, Belle gradually began to feel the kindness hidden within Claire. Similarly, Claire started to learn how to empathize with others through Belle. "Love" slowly blossomed behind the towering prison walls, despite the increasing obstacles from both the powers within the prison and the outside world that had not been completely severed.

Somewhere, Somehow (novel adapted)

A hilarious and heartbreaking love story about a talented female engineer and her beautiful, fierce, and brutal female vice president that will make you smile, laugh, and cry with it.

[aemondwhoresworld]

everyone shut up, let your king jacaerys speak

[aliferousdreamer]

WE'RE FREE OF THE UGLY WIG

[misswynters]

Winter’s Embrace — Chapter Two

Cregan Stark x targaryen!fem!reader

[warning: suggestive, cregan pinning the reader to the bed

[synopsis: You spend time with your husband, cregan. There’s a big snow storm happening outside, and you get caught in the middle.

[word count: 3.0k

[note | pls don’t just like, reblog & give me feedback. i don’t want to get shadowbanned

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Winterfell had never seemed so bleak. The walls, which were normally a sanctuary, felt like a prison with the storm raging outside. Snow fell like thick sheets, obscuring everything beyond the castle's stone walls. The wind howled like a wild beast, its icy breath seeping through every crack and crevice, chilling you to the bone.

Cregan Stark, the Warden of the North, stood by a window, his silhouette stark against the swirling snow outside. His presence was as commanding as ever, even with the tempest raging behind him. His grey eyes, the color of storm clouds, were fixed on the blizzard, a deep frown etched into his features.

"It's worse than I expected," he said, his voice a deep rumble that seemed to resonate through the very walls of Winterfell. "We might be stuck here for days."

You pulled your cloak tighter around yourself, feeling the cold despite the fire. "At least we're safe inside," you replied, stepping closer to the hearth. The warmth was a welcome reprieve from the chill that seemed to permeate everything.

Cregan turned to face you, his gaze softening as it settled on your form. "Are you alright? You seem... uneasy."

You met his eyes, feeling a jolt of something you couldn't quite name. There was a strength in his gaze, a reassurance that made you feel safer despite the storm. "I'm just not used to storms like this," you admitted. "It's... overwhelming."

He moved closer, his hand reaching out to gently touch your arm. The contact was electric, sending warmth coursing through you. "Winterfell can be a harsh place," he said softly. "But you're not alone."

The intimacy of the moment caught you off guard. You had always admired Cregan from afar, his strength and stoic nature a constant presence in the Stark household. But now, with the storm raging outside and the world reduced to the confines of Winterfell, you found yourself drawn to him in a way you hadn't anticipated.

"Thank you," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the crackling fire.

Cregan's hand lingered on your arm for a moment longer before he stepped back, a hesitant smile playing on his lips. "Come, let's check on the supplies. We need to make sure everyone is taken care of."

You followed him through the dimly lit halls of Winterfell, the flickering torchlight casting long shadows on the stone walls. The storm outside seemed distant now, the only sounds the echo of your footsteps and the occasional gust of wind rattling the windows.

As you worked together, checking the stores of food and ensuring the fires in the various hearths were well-fed, you found yourself stealing glances at Cregan. There was a gentleness to him you hadn't seen before, a side that he rarely showed to others. And in those moments, you felt a connection growing, a bond forged in the midst of the storm.

By the time you returned to the Great Hall, the storm had intensified, the wind howling like a wild beast. Cregan stoked the fire, adding another log to the flames, and you both settled down in front of the hearth, the warmth a welcome contrast to the cold outside.

"It's almost beautiful, in a way," you mused, staring into the dancing flames.

Cregan nodded, his gaze fixed on the fire. "Aye, there's a certain beauty to it. But it's also dangerous. We have to respect its power."

You turned to him, finding his eyes already on you. The intensity of his gaze made your breath catch in your throat. "Cregan, I..."

He leaned closer, his hand reaching up to gently cup your cheek. "Shh," he murmured. "No need for words."

The kiss that followed was like nothing you had ever experienced. It was tender and passionate, a release of all the emotions that had been building between you. The storm outside raged on, but in that moment, all you could feel was the warmth of his embrace, the taste of his lips, and the beating of his heart against yours. The fire crackled and popped, casting a warm, golden glow that danced across the stone walls. You and Cregan remained by the hearth, wrapped in a cocoon of warmth and intimacy.

Cregan's hand traced a path down your arm, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. "I've wanted to do that for a long time," he admitted, his voice a low murmur that sent shivers down your spine.

You looked up at him, your breath hitching at the intensity of his gaze. "So have I," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. "But I didn't think you felt the same."

His lips curved into a small, almost shy smile. "I've always felt it. I just... thought you didn’t like being betrothed to me."

You reached up, your fingers lightly brushing his cheek. "No…i was just scared. Everything here is new to me."

He leaned into your touch, his eyes closing briefly as if savoring the moment. When he opened them again, there was a fire in his gaze that matched the one burning in the hearth. "Come with me," he said, his voice husky with emotion.

You nodded, allowing him to take your hand and lead you through the dimly lit halls of Winterfell. The storm outside was a constant reminder of the world beyond, but here, within these ancient walls, you felt safe and cherished.

Cregan led you to his chambers, a place you had only ever seen in passing. The room was warm, the fire in the hearth casting flickering shadows on the walls. It was a reflection of its owner—strong, steadfast, and filled with a quiet intensity.

He closed the door behind you, the sound echoing in the quiet room. For a moment, you both stood there, the silence filled with unspoken words and a palpable tension. Then, Cregan stepped forward, his hands gently cradling your face as he kissed you again, this time with a hunger that took your breath away.

You melted into his embrace, your hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the strong, steady beat of his heart beneath your fingertips. The kiss deepened, a fire igniting between you that rivaled the one in the hearth.

The dim light of the hearth cast a warm, flickering glow across the stone walls of Cregan Stark's chambers. The winter chill was kept at bay by the roaring fire, but inside, a different kind of heat was building. Cregan's piercing eyes locked onto yours, and without a word, he closed the distance between you, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss.

His hands found your waist, strong and sure, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss. You melted into him, your fingers threading through his dark hair, tugging slightly as you tried to bring him even closer. His breath was hot against your lips, mingling with yours in a shared rhythm of desire and need.

Cregan's hands began to roam, exploring the curve of your waist and the small of your back. He lifted you effortlessly, guiding you towards the bed, never breaking the kiss. You could feel the strength in his arms, the controlled power that always made you feel safe and desired.

As your back met the soft mattress, Cregan's body pressed against yours, his weight a comforting presence. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down with you, desperate to keep him close. His lips left yours, trailing a line of fire down your jaw to the sensitive skin of your neck.

You arched beneath him, a soft gasp escaping your lips as his teeth grazed your skin, followed by the soothing touch of his tongue. He was relentless, each kiss, each touch, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You clung to him, your fingers digging into his shoulders, urging him on.

Cregan's kisses grew more fervent, his mouth exploring the hollow of your throat, the curve of your collarbone. His hands moved with purpose, one sliding up to cup your face while the other held your hip, anchoring you to the bed. His body pressed you further into the mattress, and you welcomed the weight, the feeling of being completely enveloped by him.

He paused for a moment, lifting his head to look at you. His eyes were dark with desire, a smoldering intensity that made your heart race. "You are mine," he murmured, his voice husky and low. The possessiveness in his tone sent a thrill through you, and you nodded, your breath coming in shallow pants.

"Hmm…I am yours" you whispered, your voice barely audible over the crackling fire. The words seemed to ignite something in him, and he captured your lips once more in a kiss that was both fierce and tender.

His hands began to roam again, tracing the contours of your body, memorizing every curve and dip. He kissed his way down your neck, his lips and tongue working in tandem to drive you wild.

Each touch was electrifying, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. Your hands found their way under his tunic, exploring the hard planes of his back, feeling the muscles bunch and flex under your touch. He groaned into your neck, the sound vibrating through you, adding to the heady mix of sensations.

Cregan's kisses grew more insistent, his teeth scraping lightly against your skin, followed by the soothing caress of his tongue. He knew exactly how to drive you to the edge, and he was relentless in his pursuit. You were lost in him, in the feel of his lips, his hands, his body. With a growl of need, he claimed your mouth once more, his kiss demanding and consuming. You gave yourself over to him completely, reveling in the intensity of his passion, the depth of his desire. As he pressed you further into the mattress, you could feel him getting hard. You knew that this night would be one you would never forget, a night where he showed you just how much he loved you.

⠀⊹  ˑ  ִ  ֗   ִ  ۫   ˑ

The next morning, the storm still showed no signs of abating. Snow piled high against the windows, and the wind continued to howl like a restless spirit. But the fire in Cregan's chambers kept the cold at bay, and the warmth of his embrace made you feel invincible.

You woke to find Cregan watching you, his grey eyes soft and filled with something you couldn't quite name. "Good morning," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a pleasant shiver down your spine.

"Good morning," you replied, smiling up at him. "Did you sleep well?"

He nodded, his hand gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. "Better than I have in a long time," he admitted. "With you here... it feels right."

Your heart swelled at his words, and you reached up to cup his cheek. "It does," you agreed, your thumb tracing the line of his jaw. "I feel the same way."

He leaned into your touch, his eyes closing briefly as if savoring the moment. "I'm glad," he murmured. "Because I don't want this to be a one-time thing. I want... more."

You could hear the vulnerability in his voice, and it made you love him all the more. "So do I," you said softly. "I want to be with you, Cregan. Not just for now, but for always."

His eyes opened, a spark of hope and determination in their depths. "Then that's what we'll do," he said firmly. "We'll make this work. No matter what."

Hours passed by and what followed were a blur of snow and cold, but the warmth between you and Cregan never wavered.

Later that evening, as you sat together by the fire, Cregan took your hand in his, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. "I want to show you something," he said, his voice filled with a quiet intensity.

You looked at him curiously. "What is it?"

He stood, pulling you to your feet and leading you through the halls of Winterfell. The castle was quiet, the only sound the soft crunch of your footsteps on the stone floor.

He led you to a secluded part of the castle, a place you had never been before. It was a small garden, sheltered from the worst of the storm by high walls and ancient trees. The snow lay thick on the ground, sparkling in the moonlight.

Cregan turned to you, his eyes reflecting the light of the moon and stars. "This place... it's special to me," he said softly. "It's where I come to think, to find peace."

You looked around, taking in the serene beauty of the garden. "It's beautiful," you said, your breath misting in the cold air. "Thank you for showing me."

He smiled, his hand tightening around yours. "I wanted you to see it," he said. "Because you're special to me too. More than anyone or anything."

Your heart swelled at his words, and you stepped closer, your free hand resting on his chest. "And you mean everything to me, Cregan," you said, your voice filled with emotion. "I love you."

His eyes softened, and he leaned down to kiss you, a slow, tender kiss that spoke of all the love and devotion he felt for you. "I love you too," he murmured against your lips. "More than I can ever say."

You stayed in the garden for a while, wrapped in each other's arms, the world outside forgotten. The storm had brought you together, and now, as the snow gently fell around you, you knew that nothing could ever tear you apart.

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That night, as the snowstorm outside intensified, you found yourself alone in the library, seeking solace among the ancient tomes. The fire crackled in the hearth, casting flickering shadows on the stone walls. You had just settled into a chair with a book when the door creaked open.

Cregan Stark stepped inside, his presence filling the room. He looked surprised to see you there but quickly masked it with his usual stoicism.

“My dear,” he greeted, his voice softer than usual. “I didn’t expect to find you here.”

You offered a small smile, trying to hide your nerves. “I find comfort in books, my lord. They offer an escape from reality when the weather gets horrible.”

He nodded, his eyes studying you intently. “Winterfell can be overwhelming, especially in the winter months. If you ever need anything to keep you warm, do not hesitate to ask.” He winked at you with a small smile.

Before you could respond, a sudden gust of wind howled through the hallways, rattling the windows and extinguishing the fire. The room plunged into darkness, save for the faint glow of the embers.

Cregan moved closer, his hand resting lightly on your shoulder. “Stay close. The storm is worse than I thought. We need to find shelter.”

As you followed him through the dimly lit corridors, the howling wind seemed to grow louder, echoing through the stone walls. The castle felt like a labyrinth, and you struggled to keep up with Cregan’s long strides.

Just as you reached a narrow stairway, a deafening crash resonated from above. The ceiling groaned under the weight of the snow, and you felt a sense of impending danger.

Cregan turned to you, his expression grim. “We need to hurry. Follow me.”

But before you could take another step, the ground beneath you shook, and a section of the ceiling began to collapse. The last thing you saw was Cregan’s outstretched hand, reaching for you as the darkness consumed everything.

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