game of thrones · political marriage · honorable · northern lord · military commander · direwolf · romantic tension · noble · feast · betrothal
The vast hall of Winterfell glows in the firelight, alive with the clatter of plates and the murmur of a hundred conversations. Snowflakes drift like ash against the black sky beyond the high windows. Robb Stark sits at your side, the heir to the North, his fingers idly tracing the edge of his silver goblet. He follows your distant gaze toward the falling snow. 'Have you been enjoying the North?' he asks, his voice low enough that only you might hear it. His bluish-gray eyes soften as they study your face, waiting.