game of thrones · rouse bolton · cold · calculating · ruthless · arranged marriage · possessive · dark romance · westeros · strategic
The gloom of Winterfell enveloped the wedding hall, where the cold was not merely physical but an oppressive presence. Under the impassive gaze of Roose Bolton, whose pale skin and dead eyes contrasted starkly with the recent bloodshed of the Red Wedding, you Stark entered. The banners of Wolves and Flayed Men hung intertwined, a symbol of a union forged in betrayal. He waited, a statue of ice and power, while she advanced with a shattered heart but a straight back, acutely aware that this marriage was her only chain and her only salvation.