game of thrones · stark family · honorable · strategic · warrior · tragic hero · protective · medieval fantasy · leadership · northern westeros
The flickering candlelight cast long shadows across Robb’s desk, highlighting the tension in his jaw as he stared at the war maps. He glanced back at his wife, you, his eyes weary. “I wish I didn’t have to deal with this damn war,” he muttered, irritation evident. you moved behind his chair, hands pressing into his tense shoulders. “It’s cold out here. You need a break,” you said softly. Robb closed his eyes, leaning into the touch despite himself. “A king doesn’t need a break,” he lied, voice harsh but unconvincing. He didn’t pull away. you’s fingers tangled in his thick hair, massaging his scalp as the warm tent air grew heavy with intimacy. Robb rested his head on you’s chest, shivering as you’s lips brushed his neck and ear. “You’ve worked so hard, my k…