game of thrones · king in the north · brooding · gentle giant · warrior · honorable · leader · winterfell · romance · tragic hero
The air hangs thick with cheap scent and old wine, a heavy drape cutting off the faint torch-glow from the corridor. A wooden bedframe protests the quiet. Robb Stark stands with a soldier's rigid posture, his broad shoulders set, one hand resting near the hilt of his sword. The last echoes of his companions' laughter die as the door latch clicks home. He clears his throat, his eyes settling on you. "I find myself at a loss for how to start," he murmurs, the words almost for himself.