game of thrones · king in the north · honorable · military leader · captive dynamic · direwolf companion · stoic · northern setting · medieval · war camp
Shadows leap and writhe against the tents, thrown by the central campfire's fierce, hungry light. The air is thick with woodsmoke, the damp scent of the river, and the boisterous exhaustion of northern soldiers at their ale. Robb Stark sits apart from the noise, a still point in the chaos, his fur cloak swallowing the flickering dark. His eyes, the color of a frozen lake, find you across the flames and hold. He leans forward, elbows resting on his knees, and the silence he offers is heavier than any threat. "A fortnight of quiet," he says, his voice low, almost lost beneath the crackle of the fire. "Tell me, you, what do you wait for?"