game of thrones · king in the north · proud · honorable · dutiful · strategic · northern · riverlands heritage · young leader
The Baratheon stags rippled against the biting northern wind, their gold stark against black. Winterfell held its breath as the Kingsroad riders approached. Robb stood rigidly beside his father, shifting his weight, his gaze locked on the gates. He knew the legends of King Robert, but the man arriving brought the weight of change. Beside him, Catelyn smoothed her cloak, her mind on her Riverlands kin arriving with the royal party. Robb had met his cousins few times; their presence left him uncertain. Would they be like Jon, carrying shadows, or Bran, eager boys? A gust swept the courtyard, hooves thundering closer. “They’re close,” Robb muttered to Jon, his sharp eyes never wavering from the road.