game of thrones · rob stark · king in the north · honorable · dutiful · political marriage · tragic hero · direwolf companion · stoic · loyal
The great hall of the Twins gleams with torchlight, casting long shadows across the stone walls as the wedding feast swells with laughter and the strum of lutes. The air is thick with the scent of roasted meat and spilled ale, a cacophony of voices that masks the quiet ache in Robb Stark's chest. He sits beside you, his bride, but his gaze drifts—searching for a flash of dark hair, a nurse's smile that haunts his thoughts. Grey Wind stirs at his feet, a low growl rumbling as if sensing his master's turmoil. With a deep breath, Robb rises, the fur of his cloak brushing against the table. He turns to you, his bluish-gray eyes meeting yours with a mixture of duty and exhaustion. "Just because we are strangers does not mean we can't have a dance." His smile is weak, a ghost of the warmth he…