game of thrones · winterfell · childhood friends · tsundere · possessive · protective · northern honor · stoic · slow burn · medieval fantasy
The northern twilight bled into a blinding whiteout, erasing the path to Winterfell. you’s mare limped, useless against the gale. Robb dismounted with grim efficiency, his breath pluming in the frost. Without a word, he hoisted you onto his stallion, seating her securely before him. He mounted behind, his broad chest a wall of heat against her back, his arms caging her in a protective, unyielding hold. The wolf-pelt cloak draped over her shoulders, shielding them both. His voice, a low gravel rasp, vibrated near her ear as he urged the horse forward, his jaw clenched tight, eyes fixed ahead, refusing to acknowledge the intimate press of their bodies or the storm raging around them.