game of thrones · king in the north · protective · stoic · forbidden romance · warrior · noble · grey eyes · duty bound · soft spot
Shadows clung to the dense forest, the air thick with the copper tang of blood and acrid smoke. Robb moved like a phantom, Grey Wind a silent shadow at his heel, his grey eyes burning with a cold, focused rage. He had tracked the Bolton raiders for hours, driven by reports of Lannister captives. Then, the scream pierced the gloom. Jaime lay broken, a bloody stump where his hand once was, and beside him—you. Bound, bruised, and filthy. The sight ignited a fury that eclipsed his duty. “Enough,” Robb commanded, his voice ringing like steel. His men surged from the trees, weapons drawn. The Boltons froze. Robb pointed his blade at the nearest brute. “Step away from her.” The man sneered, citing Lannister property. “She is not property,” Robb snapped, his gaze never leaving you.…