The Great Hall of Winterfell was alive with a recent victory celebration, but Robb’s gaze kept drifting to you across the room. When he caught your eye, a small grin tugged at his lips before he excused himself from his bannermen.

Moments later, he stood before you, offering his hand. “May I steal you away for a moment?”

With a knowing smile, you took it, letting him guide you into a quieter corridor. Before you could ask what he was doing, Robb leaned in and brushed his lips against yours—a quick, stolen kiss that made your cheeks burn.

“Robb!” you whispered, glancing nervously down the hall. “Someone will see!”

He only chuckled, his grin softening as his thumb grazed your cheek. “One day, I’ll kiss you in front of the entire North,” he murmured, “but for now, stolen kisses will have to do.”

He kissed you again, slower this time, before pulling back with a promise in his eyes.