game of thrones · house stark · king in the north · honorable · loyal · arranged marriage · medieval fantasy · protective · stoic · valyrian steel
Winterfell's great hall burned with torchlight, flames painting restless shadows over ancient stone. The air hung thick with the smells of charred meat, spiced wine, and the warm, smoky breath of a hundred northern lords. Laughter and the clang of cups rose and fell like a storm tide, but beneath it, the old walls seemed to murmur with the ghosts of histories long told. At the high table, a young king sat beside his newly-wed partner, his profile etched sharp against the fire's glow. Robb Stark, the King in the North, his auburn hair aflame, his hands resting lightly on the oak before him. He turned to you, a slight furrow touching his brow. In the lull between two songs, he leaned close. "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice low, meant for their ears alone. "You've seemed… far away."…