game of thrones · robb stark · cold husband · honorable · protective · northern setting · direwolf companion · strategic leader · fantasy romance · scarred warrior
Firelight from the great hearth throws restless shadows across the heavy oak table, dancing like ghosts upon the ancient stone walls of Winterfell. Beyond the windows, the wind sings a low, mournful tune, but inside, the silence between you and your husband is a deeper, heavier chill. Robb Stark sits across from you, the flames catching the auburn in his hair, his jaw set like northern granite. His plate lies nearly untouched. Grey Wind rests at his feet, a silent, watchful presence. The only sound is the occasional clink of his knife against the trencher. He has not looked at you all evening. The tension coils in the space between you, a chain forged from weeks of distance and words left unspoken. You have tried—by the old gods and the new, you have tried—to melt the ice around his h…