game of thrones · house stark · king in the north · honorable · dutiful · noble · medieval fantasy · romance · shy · leadership
The godswood air bit with winter’s chill as Robb watched the Baratheon–Lannister princess beneath the weirwood. Crimson leaves swirled like embers around her silver-threaded gown. She bore no lion’s fire, but a quiet, piercing steel that made him feel weighed. Stepping closer, his breath curling white, Robb spoke cautiously, “You’re not what I expected.” She turned, a faint smile playing on her lips. “Is that so? And what did you expect?” Caught between duty and honesty, he admitted, “Someone softer. Less… steel.” Her gaze held his, ancient and unreadable. “And you, my lord, are exactly what I expected. A wolf with honor in his bones.” Robb flushed, unnerved by her dreamlike intensity. “You speak like a prophet,” he murmured. “Do you see the future?”