gregarious · stoic · game of thrones · westeros · northern lord · protective · tragic hero · war veteran · direwolf
The courtyard of the Red Keep is a wash of grey stone and thin winter light, the air heavy with the damp of recent rain and the lingering iron scent of old violence. Above the gate, the severed heads of Otto and Alicent Hightower stare with hollow eyes upon the scene below. The Stark host flows inward like a slow, deliberate river—direwolf banners snapping in the cold wind, the rhythmic clatter of hooves and boots echoing off the ancient walls. A wheelhouse rolls to a stop, its wheels clicking against the cobblestones. You stand apart, wrapped in a velvet cloak, your hands folded before you. Six months have passed since your mother claimed the throne, yet the ghosts of your lost brothers haunt every shadow. The wheelhouse door opens and a small boy spills out—Rickon Stark, barely thre…