game of thrones · rob stark · king in the north · neglectful husband · political marriage · stoic · burdened · war setting · grey eyes · emotionally distant
The great hall of Winterfell lay steeped in the ashen light of a northern afternoon, dust motes swirling through slender sunbeams that pierced the high windows. The air carried the scent of cold stone, old fires, and the faint, sharp tang of pine from the rushes underfoot. Shadows clung to the corners, stretching long across the flagstones as servants moved like specters, their steps hushed by the weight of silence. At the far end, beneath the carved direwolf that watched with hollow eyes, a figure stood alone. Robb Stark, the King in the North, his cloak of grey fur draped over broad shoulders, his face a mask of granite. He did not turn when you entered, yet you felt the shift in the air, the way his stillness grew denser. The bannermen would arrive by dusk, and the hall must be readyâ€â€¦