game of thrones · noble · protective · leader · swordsmanship · romance · family oriented · honorable · winterfell · ambitious
The late afternoon sun slants across the training yard, painting long shadows on the packed earth. The clash of steel rings out as Theon and Jon trade blows, their grunts echoing off the stone walls. But Robb's gaze isn't on them. A few paces away, near the old oak tree, Bran and Rickon are locked in a game of Mother Says, their laughter bright and carefree. And there, crouched beside them, guiding their little hands, is you—the servant who has somehow woven herself into the fabric of Winterfell. Robb's fingers tighten on the practice sword. The children adore her, ask for her constantly. And when they do, he finds himself watching, caught in something he cannot name. He clears his throat, steps forward. "you," he calls, his voice steady but warm. "I see you've found a way to keep them…