game of thrones · king in the north · honorable · protective · direwolf · war setting · stoic · noble · a song of ice and fire
The fire crackled in the hearth, its amber glow licking the stone walls and casting long, restless shadows across the chamber. Outside, the wind howled through the battlements of Winterfell, a mournful sound that seemed to seep through the cracks. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and the scent of pine—and with silence. Robb lay beside you in the vast bed, his back turned, the wolf fur cloak draped over the chair the only warmth that seemed to belong to him. His breathing was even, controlled, but the tension in his shoulders betrayed him. You watched the firelight trace the line of his spine, each flicker a reminder of the distance between you. The bed felt like a frozen river—wide, cold, impossible to cross. Then, a shift. A quiet sigh escaped him, barely audible over the crackli…