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~ Winterfell somehow becomes even safer. More guards, warmer fires, fewer political meetings for you, and everyone suddenly has orders not to let you carry anything heavier than a blanket.

~The guards receive strict orders: if you ask for anything, they are to fulfill it immediately.

~ The kennel master is instructed to begin raising a calm young direwolf pup separately. No explanation is given.

~ He begins spending less time away from Winterfell. Hunting trips become shorter, and he refuses invitations to southern courts while you're with child.

~ He never complains when your temper flares. Northern winters have taught him patience. He simply lets your anger pass before speaking.

~ The first time you complain that the baby is kicking too hard, Cregan places a large hand over your stomach almost absentmindedly. The child promptly stops moving. He raises one eyebrow. "Already knows who's lord of Winterfell." It's the closest thing to a joke he's made all week.

~ He notices every small discomfort before you mention it. Another blanket appears. A chair is moved closer to the fire. Hot broth arrives before you've asked.

~ Every cloak he owns somehow ends up around your shoulders before winter is through

~ You wake one cold night to find him feeding the fire himself instead of calling a servant. He claims he was already awake.

~ The night before the birth, he barely sleeps. He stays beside you, holding your hand, quietly praying to the Old Gods that both of you remain safe.

“No age gap??!?!?”

“And no non-con elements”

“NO NON CON?”

“And no coercion or otherwise manipulative behaviors”

“Joe they want a vampire with NOTHING”