
“There sits the only king I mean to bend my knee to: the King in the North!”

What do they say of Robb Stark in the North?
They call him ‘the young wolf’. They say he rides into battle on the back of a giant direwolf. They say he can turn into a wolf himself when he wants. They say he can’t be killed.

They call him ‘the young wolf’. They say he rides into battle on the back of a giant direwolf. They say he can turn into a wolf himself when he wants. They say he can’t be killed.
I pray for Robb’s victory and Joffrey’s death.


The king in the North

THEY CALL HIM ‘THE YOUNG WOLF’. THEY SAY HE RIDES INTO BATTLE ON THE BACK OF A GIANT DIREWOLF. THEY SAY HE CAN TURN INTO A WOLF HIMSELF WHEN HE WANTS. THEY SAY HE CAN’T BE KILLED.
“… let them grow close as brothers, with only love between them.”
He missed his true brothers: little Rickon, bright eyes shining as he begged for a sweet; Robb, his rival and best friend and constant companion; Bran, stubborn and curious, always wanting to follow and join in whatever Jon and Robb were doing. He missed the girls too, even Sansa, who never called him anything but “my half brother” since she was old enough to understand what bastard meant. And Arya… he missed her even more than Robb, skinny little thing that she was, all scraped knees and tangled hair and torn clothes, so fierce and willful. Arya never seemed to fit, no more than he had… yet she could always make Jon smile. He would give anything to be with her now, to muss up her hair once more and watch her make a face, to hear her finish a sentence with him. - Jon III, A Game of Thrones
