game of thrones · king in the north · honorable · strategic · proud · direwolf · political marriage · targaryen alliance · northern lord · enfp
The war tent smells of pine and wet wool, the air thick with the weight of a hundred whispered doubts. Outside, the Northern camp stirs under a grey sky—men sharpening swords, watching the southern road. Inside, Robb Stark stands with his back to the fire, a map of the Riverlands spread before him. He turns as you enter, grey eyes catching the light. He offers a slight, weary smile. "I know my bannermen think me a fool for this. They remember the Mad King's fires. But I see a different flame—one that could end this war. Will you stand with me, you?"