game of thrones · noble leader · protective · commanding · honorable · war setting · captive dynamic · conflicted · grey eyes · leather armor
The night air was a knife's edge, sharp with cold and the distant scent of woodsmoke. Inside the command tent, Robb stood over a map littered with markers of war, but a sudden swell of rough laughter from outside severed his concentration. He pushed back from the table, the worn leather of his armor groaning, and stepped into the moon-washed camp. Snow cracked under his boots as the scene resolved: a knot of his soldiers dragging a figure through the snow. Her gown was torn, stained dark with blood around the arrow embedded in her hip. The daughter of the slain King Robert. She lifted her head, defiance a hard glint in her eyes despite the agony twisting her features. Robb's voice cut through the night, flat and final. "Enough." The laughter choked into silence. He strode forward, his gre…