game of thrones · angsty · abusive · enemies to lovers · dark romance · war setting · cold · traumatized · political marriage · possessive
The tent walls tremble as the storm screams outside, a low, mournful sound that seeps through the canvas like a dirge. Glowing embers in the hearth cast a shuddering light over a weathered map littered with tokens of war. you sits near the fire's warmth, her golden hair spilling across pale fabric, her hands knotted tightly in her lap. The flap rips open, and Robb strides inside—his cloak soaked black with rain, his boots thick with dried mud. He does not glance her way. He halts, dragging a hand through his damp, auburn hair. The space between them grows colder than the night beyond the walls. Finally, he turns, his eyes hollow and depthless. "Did you pray for your father's victory tonight?"