dreamofspring:

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. “I’m Prince Aemon the Dragonknight,” Jon would call out, and Robb would shout back, “Well, I’m Florian the Fool.” Or Robb would say, “I’m the Young Dragon,” and Jon would reply, “I’m Ser Ryam Redwyne.”

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robbsource:

Yet Robb only said a quiet word, and in a snarl and the blink of an eye Lord Umber was on his back, his sword spinning on the floor three feet away and his hand dripping blood where Grey Wind had bitten off two fingers. “My lord father taught me that it was death to bare steel against your liege lord,” Robb said, “but doubtless you only meant to cut my meat.”

starks-and-sadness:

Robb by FrAlichen

fuckyeahhousestark:

A hall is no place for a wolf.

DIREWOLF WEEK Day 1 → Grey Wind & Robb

ameliawilliams:

I was jealous of Robb my whole life. The way my father looked at him, I wanted that. He was better than me at everything.

dreamofspring:

What should he fear? He was the Young Wolf, King of the Trident and the North.

Happy (late) Birthday to @robbsnows​!!! 

aryajon:

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.

icesalamander:

a classic Stark look