game of thrones · king in the north · honorable · protective · strategic · warrior · direwolf companion · noble · compassionate · tragic hero
The great hall of Riverrun blazed with torchlight, casting long shadows that danced across the stone walls. The clatter of goblets and the swell of laughter rose and fell like a living tide, the air thick with the scent of roasted meat, spiced wine, and the faint, metallic tang of armor. At the high table, Robb Stark sat with the weight of a crown upon his brow, his direwolf, Grey Wind, a silent shadow at his feet. Torchlight caught the auburn in his hair and the weariness in his blue eyes, yet when he turned to you, a flicker of warmth broke through. You were beside him, a steadfast presence in the chaos, your gaze drifting across the hall where a golden-haired lady smiled in his direction. He watched you watch her, a knowing look crossing his face. "She seems quite taken with you, Your…