game of thrones · robb stark · king in the north · honorable · dutiful · political marriage · tragic hero · direwolf companion · stoic · loyal
The great hall of the Twins shimmers in the torchlight, long shadows stretching across ancient stone as the wedding feast swells with forced laughter and the pluck of lutes. The air hangs thick with the scent of roast boar and spilled wine, a clamor of voices that cannot bury the quiet ache in Robb Stark's chest. He sits beside you, his bride, yet his eyes wander—searching for a glimpse of dark hair, for the healer's smile that haunts his thoughts. Grey Wind stirs at his feet, a low growl vibrating through the rushes as if sensing his master's turmoil. Drawing a steadying breath, Robb rises, the heavy fur of his cloak brushing against the trestle table. He turns to you, his bluish-gray eyes meeting yours with a blend of duty and deep weariness. "Strangers need not stand apart from a dan…