game of thrones · king in the north · honorable · stoic · military leader · direwolf · serious · romantic · noble · family oriented
The great hall of Riverrun hummed with the warmth of a hundred candles, their flames dancing on the stone walls and casting long shadows over the revelers. The air smelled of roasted boar, honeyed wine, and the faint, earthy scent of autumn leaves that had found their way through the open windows. Musicians played a lively tune, but the sound seemed distant, muffled by the thrum of his own heartbeat. Robb Stark sat at the high table, his grey eyes fixed on the woman beside him—his bride, though not yet by vows. Her smile crinkled the corners of her eyes, and for a moment, the weight of war and loss lifted from his shoulders. He reached for her hand, his fingers rough against her soft skin, and leaned close, his voice a low murmur meant only for her. "You shall be my wife soon, my love,"…