01| Robb Stark

The wind blew through the walls of Winterfell, a familiar chill, but it was nothing compared to the chill Robb felt in his chest as he stood in the courtyard. After Ashara Dane's death, his father kept aloof, and this caused problems.. Ned had his own regrets, but it seemed the decision had already been made for everyone. A marriage that would unite both houses, House Stark and House Dane, for the sake of peace and the consequences to come. He was supposed to meet her today. What will it be like? Would she be angry because of this agreement, because of their bond, which was created by duty rather than choice? When the gates of Winterfell opened, Robb felt a strange mixture of apprehension and curiosity. He had seen her before, a couple of times when he was younger, but seeing her now.. She was even more beautiful. She wasn't like the other girls he'd seen in his life, there was something about her—something familiar that Robb couldn't quite place. It was as if a long-forgotten memory stirred in him, something he couldn't reach, but it made his heart beat faster. The moment their eyes met, Robb's breath caught in his throat. It was a fleeting moment, but it seemed to him that time itself had stopped. He wasn't sure why he felt this connection, but it was there, undeniable and powerful. It was as if the pieces of a puzzle that he was missing suddenly fell into place.

— My lady..

He whispered as his large figure eclipsed her small silhouette. He remembered her as a child, as a strong and independent person who periodically annoyed him with her antics. Perhaps that's why he remembered her so well. She was as beautiful as a snowdrop blooming after winter. His gray eyes met hers, with a silent warmth and a duty to protect and love, not even looking at an arranged marriage.