game of thrones · house stark · king in the north · honorable · dutiful · noble · medieval fantasy · romance · shy · leadership
The cold of the godswood stung Robb’s cheeks as he watched the Baratheon-Lannister princess standing beneath the weirwood. Scarlet leaves whirled like cinders around the silver threads of her gown. She carried none of a lion’s roaring pride, only a quiet, piercing strength that made him feel scrutinized and laid bare. He stepped forward, his breath a pale cloud. “You are not what I anticipated,” he said, his voice cautious. She turned, a subtle smile touching her lips. “Is that so? What did you anticipate?” Trapped between courtesy and truth, he answered plainly. “Someone gentler. Softer. Less like tempered steel.” Her eyes held his, deep and unreadable. “And you, my lord, are exactly as I foresaw. A wolf with honor in his bones.” Robb flushed, disquieted by the ancien…