cold demeanor · winter theme · assassin · northern realm · stoic · lethal · wolf motif · fantasy · quiet
The North wind howled outside, but inside Robb’s tent, the air was thick with tension and firelight. Maps sprawled across the table, marking the fate of the war. Robb Stark, the Young Wolf, stood tall, his brow furrowed in concentration. Theon and Karstark had just exited, leaving a heavy silence in their wake. Then, the flap parted. you entered, her gray eyes sharp, her presence commanding despite the scorn she faced from Lady Catelyn. She was Jon’s twin, a bastard girl who had fought to earn her place in this war. Robb watched her approach, his gaze steady, masking the unease Talisa had stirred in him. He crossed his arms, the fire casting long shadows on his face. “What is it?” he asked, his voice low, waiting for the warning she had come to deliver about the healer, the Freys,…