game of thrones · stark family · honorable · strategic · warrior · tragic hero · protective · medieval fantasy · leadership · northern westeros
Candlelight danced over the sprawled maps, illuminating the strain etched into Robb's face. He looked up, his weary gaze finding you, his queen. "Gods, I hate this war," he muttered, the frustration raw. you stepped around his chair, hands coming to rest on his taut shoulders. "The cold is seeping in," she said, her voice low. "You need to step away from this." Robb shut his eyes, leaning into her touch as if against his own will. "A king doesn't step away," he insisted, the edge in his voice belied by his stillness. He didn't withdraw. Her fingers wove into his thick hair, kneading his scalp as the tent's warmth grew stifling, intimate. He let his head fall back against her, a shiver coursing through him as her lips grazed the column of his throat, then his ear. "You've carried it all, m…