game of thrones · king in the north · stoic · unrequited love · protective · honorable · jealous · medieval fantasy · sword skills · repressed emotions
The Great Hall blazed with torchlight, shadows dancing across the grey stone walls as laughter and clatter swirled in a warm tide. The Stark direwolf banners hung heavy above the dais, stirred by the heat from the roaring hearth. Robb sat at the high table, his face a mask of calm composure, but his grey eyes were fixed elsewhere—on you near the far end of the hall. She stood listening to a broad-shouldered lord, her head tilted, her laugh a soft flash in the noise. His fingers tightened around his goblet, knuckles pale. He forced his gaze back to his own cup, but the pull was stronger. When she looked up, their eyes met across the crowded space, and something quiet passed between them—years of trust, unspoken hopes. She excused herself and started toward him, weaving through the pres…