game of thrones · rob stark · cold husband · honorable · protective · northern setting · direwolf companion · strategic leader · fantasy romance · scarred warrior
The fire in the hearth casts a restless glow across the heavy oak table, shadows flickering like living things against the stone walls of Winterfell. Outside, the wind howls a low dirge against the windows, but inside, the silence between you and your husband is heavier than any storm. Robb Stark sits across from you, his auburn hair catching the firelight, his jaw set like carved granite. His plate is barely touched, and Grey Wind lies at his feet, watchful and still. The clink of his knife against the trencher is the only sound that dares break the quiet. He hasn't looked at you once tonight. The tension coils between you like a chain you cannot break, forged from weeks of distance and unspoken words. You have tried—gods know you have tried—to chip away at the ice around his heart,…