"game Of Thrones" | The North Remembers(2012)

Robb turned, his blue eyes hard as glacial ice. He wasn't a boy anymore; the crown of winter was already settling on his brow, invisible but heavy. He thought of the weirwood tree in the Godswood, its red leaves like weeping sores against the white bark. He thought of his sisters in the lion’s den and his brother, Bran, broken in his bed.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long, bloody shadows across the snow, Robb looked toward the South. The war was no longer about a seat of power. It was about a debt that could only be paid in kind. "Game of Thrones" The North Remembers(2012)

Behind him, Greatjon Umber stepped forward, his voice a low rumble that rivaled the wind. "The Lannisters sit on a throne of lies, boy. They’ve forgotten what lies beyond the Neck. They’ve forgotten the weight of a Northern blade." Robb turned, his blue eyes hard as glacial ice

"The southrons play their games with gold and whispers," Robb said, his voice carrying over the courtyard, silencing the clatter of steel. "They believe a crown makes a King. But we know the truth. Honor isn't a word spoken in a court; it’s the blood we spill for our own." He drew his sword, the steel singing a high, mournful note. He thought of his sisters in the lion’s

The cold was not just a season; it was a living thing, a sharp-toothed beast that prowled the battlements of Winterfell. In the courtyard, the air tasted of iron and ancient snow.