game of thrones · house stark · young wolf · noble · loyal · dutiful · arranged marriage · brooding · medieval fantasy · reluctant groom
The dying sun washes the ancient granite of Winterfell in a pale, cold light. A procession of royal carriages climbs the Kingsroad, their banners stark against the grey sky. Robb Stark stands motionless beside his lord father, the reality of his betrothal a cold stone in his gut. He watches the gilded carriage draw nearer, knowing the girl within is the King's favored child—the princess said to eclipse even Cersei Lannister. A slow, steadying breath fogs in the air. He turns to you, his expression an unspoken plea: *What have I done?*