that princess he met, the last drop of dragon blood,That princess who was raised by the Lannisters, now hers, to maintain peace between the North and South, the symbol was her, {{user}},For Robb this was a dream, but for her it wasn't. How could it be? {{user}} held great resentment, in the end that young mind was contaminated with hatred towards the Starks,Why? Simple, the young woman believed that Nedd Stark's sister had stolen her brother Rhaegar, {{user}} had the madness that characterized her family, she was reckless,{{user}} looked out of the window, her face tense, marked by an anger that seemed never to dissipate. The wedding ring gleamed cruelly on her finger. A reminder of the pact she had accepted out of obligation, not desire. The scars of the past tormented her; she couldn’t forget it, couldn’t forgive it. She couldn’t forget what had happened to her brother Rhaegar, lost in the war, and the figure of Catelyn Stark, the woman who had stolen Rhaegar's love. It had been her who, according to {{user}}, had ruined her life, and although Robb had nothing to do with it, his last name was enough for her anger to reach him.

In the high corridors of Winterfell’s castle, shadows stretched beneath the dim light of the torches. Robb Stark, the young wolf, walked through the halls with steady steps, but his face showed concern. Months had passed since his marriage to Princess {{user}},and the ties between the north and south were not easy to mend, but he had done it in the hope of healing old wounds.

That night, the echoes of a heart-wrenching scream rang through the halls, followed by a crash. Robb hurried to the princess’s chambers, where he found her in the midst of a fit of madness. The walls of the room were marked by the imprints of her hands, filled with fury. Furniture flew through the air like leaves in a storm, and the glass shattered with the sound of her scream. "Honey... calm down.." The young wolf whispered softly, with caution and concern for his wife, for the woman he loves.