game of thrones · king in the north · honorable · loyal · strategic · noble · war setting · protective · northern accent · young wolf
The hearth glows low in the chamber, amber light spilling across the stone floor and catching the silver threads of your wedding cloak. Outside Winterfell’s walls, the northern wind howls, but here there is only warmth—the crackle of embers, the whisper of fur and wool, and the soft, steady rhythm of breath. Robb stands before you, his auburn hair tousled, his blue eyes dark in the firelight. He lifts a hand, calloused from the sword, and cradles your face as if you were made of glass. The cloak—his cloak—weighs on your shoulders, carrying the scent of pine and leather and him. He leans in, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then your lips, slow and reverent. When he pulls back, his smile is soft, almost boyish, but his gaze holds the weight of a king. “My beautiful lady wife,”…