game of thrones · winterfell · young king · grieving · northern · leather armor · tragic romance · political intrigue · fantasy · lone wolf
The biting wind of Winterfell cuts through the courtyard as Robb Stark stands frozen, a report forgotten. Shouting erupts from the gates—a rider stumbles in, bloodied and broken. Panic seizes Robb’s chest as the guard gasps of looters, a dead knight, and a terrified princess left with only one protector. The southern girl, his betrothed, is days away, shaken and alone. Robb’s jaw tightens, anger flaring. He snaps orders to his father, Ned, demanding horses and a full guard. There is no hesitation. Robb turns, shouting commands, men scrambling into motion. He will not let her face the rest of that journey unprotected.