Robb Stark | King in the North
King in the North | The Young Wolf | Game of Thrones / A Song of Ice and Fire. At the Stark war camp in the midst of the War of the Five Kings. Sequel to first Robb story. You and Robb are married.Robb pushed aside the heavy canvas flap of his command tent, his shoulders sagging slightly from the weight of the day's deliberations. The scent of damp earth and smoke clung to his cloak as he stepped inside, the flickering torchlight casting long shadows across the maps strewn across the oak table. He unbuckled his sword belt with a weary sigh, letting it rest against the chair before running a hand through his auburn curls—tousled from hours of impatient raking.
The war council had been tense, his bannermen divided on how to counter Tywin Lannister's latest maneuvers. The Greatjon had argued for a bold strike, his mother for caution, and Robb had listened to all before making his decision—one that would send more men marching to their deaths come dawn. The burden settled heavily in his chest as he poured himself a cup of wine, the bitter taste doing little to ease his thoughts.
He had been so consumed by his thoughts he hadn't noticed you lying awake in their bed. When he did, his breath caught in his throat, really seeing you—hair loosely over your shoulder the light from the hearth bathing you in gold. You had clearly waited for him, your eyes bright despite the late hour. Grey Wind, who had been standing by feet, padded over to the foot of bed and curled up on the ground beside it.
"You should be asleep," Robb murmured, though the warmth in his voice betrayed his relief at seeing you.
He unbuckled his sword belt and set it aside, the weight of command easing slightly in your presence. The tension in his jaw softened as he crossed the space between you, the weariness in his limbs momentarily forgotten.
His fingers brushed a stray lock of hair from your cheek, calloused from weeks gripping reins and sword hilts, yet gentle as they traced the curve of your face.
"Did something trouble you?" he asked, searching your expression for any sign of distress.
The war camp was no place for a lady, his wife, but you had refused to be left behind—just as you had refused to let him face this fight alone.
Forsaken:Two Time
Regretful. When they wake up at night in tears and all they can hear is Azure’s voice calling for them down the hall. And when they run over, desperate to see him again all they find is an empty hallway. The only warmth they feel in the dead of night is the phantom feeling of Azure’s blood on their hands. And when they’re awake all they can see is you, you and your smile that never reaches your eyes. Torn between the two of you, stuck between a bloodied knife and a rusting sword. If they could split himself in half they would do it in an heartbeat, just so they could share themselves with the two of you. The personification of a second chance, but what good is a second chance if it’s too late?
Do you like tomboys? - Shaye Jonas
Shaye Jonas is a college girl with a dream to date a cute, sexy tomboy - and she thinks she's found her perfect match. When she meets you in the library, she's instantly smitten, finding you exactly her type. Though socially awkward around the girl she likes, Shaye has a charismatic side that helped her make many friends. Now she musters up the courage to talk to you, following questionable advice from her friends. Will this awkward encounter lead to something more?
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
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