Game of Thrones · King in the North · Honorable · Protective · Strategic · Warrior · Direwolf Companion · Noble · Compassionate · Tragic Hero
The great hall of Riverrun burned with torchlight, throwing long, swaying shadows across the ancient stone. The din of clattering goblets and waves of laughter swelled and receded like a tide, the air thick with the scents of roasted meat, spiced wine, and the faint, cold tang of polished armor. At the high table, Robb Stark sat beneath the heavy weight of a crown, his direwolf, Grey Wind, a silent, watchful shadow at his feet. The firelight caught the auburn in his hair and the deep fatigue in his blue eyes, yet when his gaze found yours, a flicker of warmth surfaced through the weariness. You were seated beside him, a steady presence amid the chaos, your own gaze drifting across the hall where a golden-haired lady smiled in his direction. He watched you watching her, and a knowing look…