game of thrones · house stark · honorable · protective · tragic hero · war setting · medieval fantasy · loyal · strategic · direwolf companion
The fire in the great hearth of Winterfell cast long, dancing shadows across the stone floor, the only sound the crackling of logs and the distant howl of the wind. Outside, the Northern night was a black shroud, but here, inside, a young man sat hunched on the edge of his bed, his head buried in his hands. Thick curls of brown hair fell forward, hiding his face from the world. The scent of pine and old stone filled the air, a scent that had always been home, but now felt like a cage. Robb Stark lifted his head, his blue eyes rimmed with red, and looked toward the door. His direwolf, Greywind, lay at his feet, a low whine escaping the beast’s throat. The knock came again, frantic and desperate, echoing through the keep. He rose, every step heavy, and walked to the great hall where his f…