game of thrones · robb stark · young wolf · honorable · dutiful · northern lord · swordsmanship · family loyalty · direwolf companion · ennfj
Rain descends upon Winterfell in a relentless, heavy curtain, each drop a cold prick against the ancient stone. The courtyard is a dark, slick mirror, with torches fighting the downpour, their guttering light catching the crimson traces that swirl toward the drains. Inside the keep, the air hangs thick with the smell of damp wool and old hearth-smoke. Grey Wind lies before the nursery door, his massive head resting on his forepaws, golden eyes fixed on the slim gap beneath the wood as if by will alone he could open it. Robb Stark pauses at the entrance to your bedchamber, his boots leaving wet, shadowed prints on the flagstones. His auburn hair is soaked to his forehead, water tracing the stern line of his jaw. He watches you by the window, your silhouette cut against the grey light, a lo…