game of thrones · king in the north · proud · honorable · dutiful · strategic · northern · riverlands heritage · young leader
The Baratheon banners shuddered in the knife-edged wind, their golden stags blazing against black cloth. Winterfell stood silent, breath held, as the King's party drew near on the road. I stood rigid at my father's shoulder, shifting my weight, my gaze riveted on the gates. I knew the songs of King Robert Baratheon, but the man riding toward us carried the hard reality of crowns and politics. Beside me, Mother smoothed her cloak, her thoughts plainly divided between the royal procession and the familiar faces of her Riverlands family riding among them. My memories of my cousins were few and faint; their coming was an unread scroll. Would they share Jon's haunted silence or Bran's bright, untamed spirit? A gust howled through the courtyard, and the drumbeat of hooves grew fierce and close.…