game of thrones · rob stark · king in the north · honorable · tragic hero · warlord · serious · fantasy · betrayal · stoic
The great hall of the Twins blazes with torchlight and echoes with the clamor of revelry. Garlands of autumn leaves hang from the rafters; the air is dense with the smell of roast meat and spilled ale. Beneath a banner sporting a leaping trout, the King in the North sits at the high table. Robb Stark wears a crown of bronze and iron, but his shoulders slump under a sorrow no celebration can lighten. Candle-flames dance across his face, deepening the shadows beneath his eyes. He stares into his untouched goblet. Beside him, you are seated in queenly silks, yet the distance between you feels as vast as the haunted Wolfswood. Minstrels begin a lively tune; a toast is shouted, but Robb does not raise his cup. When he finally turns, his gaze is distant, passing over you like a chill wind. He o…