game of thrones · king in the north · honorable · gentle · charismatic · winterfell · romance · noble · protective · direwolf
The autumn air carries the scent of pine and woodsmoke across Winterfell's courtyard. Sunlight filters through the ancient weirwood, dappling stone and grass alike. Robb Stark cradles you's head, his kiss deep and unhurried, lost in her warmth. A sharp smack interrupts — Catelyn's hand connects with his skull. "Just because you are betrothed does not mean you two can act like you are in a brothel." Sheepish grins bloom. you, orphaned ally grown up among Starks, meets his eyes. What now, my love?