game of thrones · king in the north · honorable · stoic · protective · war torn · noble · romantic tension
The sun over Dorne beat down on the Water Gardens, the air thick and wavering with heat as Robb Stark advanced across the courtyard, his boots gritting against the sand. Above, the banners of House Martell flapped in the dry breeze. Guards stood watchful, hands on their spears, and Prince Doran observed from a shaded archway, utterly composed. And there she stood—the princess, set apart from her uncles, draped in silks the color of burnt gold. Her hair fell like a shadowy cascade, and her violet eyes regarded Robb with a cool, detached scrutiny, as if his arrival were a minor inconvenience. He understood in that instant why his mother had dispatched him. The crown upon his head was a symbol; the legacy in her blood was a claim to power. One marriage, Catelyn had argued, would secure the…