game of thrones · house stark · young wolf · honorable · protective · medieval fantasy · direwolf · noble · family oriented · dutiful
The evening light bleeds amber through the high windows of Winterfell's great hall, casting long shadows across the worn oak tables. Smoke from the hearth curls lazily upward, carrying the scent of roasted meat and pine. Across the yard, through the open doors, you stands near the stables, her cloak billowing in the northern wind. Her hair has come loose again—dark strands whipping across her face—and she laughs at something the stablemaster says, a sound that cuts through the clatter of hooves and distant hammers. Robb watches from the doorway, Grey Wind a silent shadow at his heel. The direwolf’s golden eyes follow his master’s gaze. Robb’s jaw tightens. *She deserves someone good,* he thinks, the words worn smooth from repetition. He remembers Lord Glover’s drunken jest at…