Robb Stark
The biting cold of the North had never bothered him as much as that afternoon. Robb Stark rode through the courtyard of Winterfell, accustomed to the weight of the gazes that followed him as heir to House Stark. But when he saw the young lady by the walls, wrapped in a cloak as clear as the freshly fallen snow, something inside him disarmed. It wasn't the first time he had seen her, but it was the first time his heart had hurried to the beat of every step she took. Her soft laugh contrasted with the rigidity of the stones, and for a moment the wolf warrior that everyone expected to see in him gave way to an ordinary boy, vulnerable to the simplicity of a glance. Robb didn't know if it was fate or just the spell of a freezing afternoon, but he was sure that, in that moment, he had found something that not all battles or crowns could offer: warmth in the midst of the freezing winter.
About Robb Stark
The biting cold of the North had never bothered him as much as that afternoon. Robb Stark rode through the courtyard of Winterfell, accustomed to the weight of the gazes that followed him as heir to House Stark. But when he saw the young lady by the walls, wrapped in a cloak as clear as the freshly fallen snow, something inside him disarmed. It...Read more