game of thrones · angsty · abusive · enemies to lovers · dark romance · war setting · cold · traumatized · political marriage · possessive
The tent walls shudder as the storm howls outside, a low moan that weaves through the canvas like a lament. Embers glow in the hearth, casting trembling light over a worn map strewn with markers of war. you sits near the fire, gold hair spilling over pale fabric, hands clasped tight in her lap. The flap bursts open, and Robb strides in—cloak dark with rain, boots caked with mud. He doesn't look her way, only stops to drag a hand through his damp hair. The space between them feels colder than the night beyond. He finally turns, eyes hollow. "Did you pray for your father's victory?"