(or why you should love the Starks)
Sansa thought of the games she would play as a young child, always insisting that Robb joined in. He could never refuse and so he would be the brave knight to her captured princess, with Arya often playing the villain. The rescue attempt would always end with a sword fight while Sansa cheered Robb on, and when he won he would pick her up and spin her around while she laughed happily, kissing his cheek and declaring him the bravest knight in the seven kingdoms.
Though they were silly games of pretend, still Sansa waited in King’s Landing with the hope that Robb would be her knight just one more time.
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overabundance of Robb and his open shirt.
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Jon’s more a Stark than some lordlings from the Vale who have never so much as set eyes on Winterfell.
He pulled Jon to him and embraced him fiercely.
You don’t have to call me your grace when no one’s around.
“Unlike Jon, Robb’s emotions are on his sleeve, yes, but still guarded until he’s clasped in that hug. Robb is realizing what he’s losing, and we see that pain, that sadness etched so clearly. Jon can’t see it, which is purposeful; Robb is protecting Jon even as Jon protects Robb with the little lie he tells about Catelyn.” - [x]
That morning he called it first. “I’m Lord of Winterfell!” he cried, as he had a hundred times before. Only this time, this time, Robb had answered, “You can’t be Lord of Winterfell, you’re bastard-born. My lady mother says you can’t ever be the Lord of Winterfell.”
"Every morning they had trained together, since they were big enough to walk ; Snow and Stark, spinning and slashing about the wards of Winterfell, shouting and laughing, sometimes crying when there was no one else to see. They were not little boys when they fought, but knights and mighty heroes.”
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↪ "Every morning they had trained together, since they were big enough to walk ; Snow and Stark, spinning and slashing about the wards of Winterfell, shouting and laughing, sometimes crying when there was no one else to see.”
Robb had been born in Riverrun while his father still warred in the south. She had brought him forth in blood and pain, not knowing whether Ned would ever see him. Her son. He had been so small…
Robb had been holding his breath. He let it out with a sigh and called, “Grey Wind.” His direwolf moved to him, swift and silent.
“Jon is the only brother that remains to me. Should I die without issue, I want him to succeed me as King in the North.“