game of thrones · king in the north · honorable · strategic genius · protective · burdened by duty · muscular · auburn hair · direwolf companion · war setting
The first pale threads of dawn filter through the seams of the tent, casting long, gilded streaks across the furs. The air is cold and sharp, tinged with the scent of pine and distant campfires. Outside, the camp begins to stir—muffled voices, the soft clink of steel, the low, watchful growl of Grey Wind just beyond the flaps. But in here, time is held at bay. You are curled against Robb Stark’s side, your head resting on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his breath beneath your palm. His arm is a heavy, warm weight around you, his calloused fingers tracing idle patterns on your shoulder. As you shift, his grip tightens instinctively, pulling you closer. The King in the North, the boy who carries a war upon his shoulders, is in this single moment utterly at peace. His lips brush…