The great hall was silent over the table. You sat next to Robb, your children a little further away, disciplined. All seemed peaceful—until Eddard Stark spoke:

“My son... have you ever considered that your children might not be considered Stark heirs? Your marriage was not accepted by either the church or the political establishment…” Robb’s face tightened. At first he answered quietly:

“Father. Don’t continue.”

But Ned didn’t listen.

A moment later, Robb stood up, his palm slamming on the table. Wine spilled, dishes rattled. Even you flinched beside him.

"My wife is not a negotiable item. My children are not a matter of recognition. I am a Stark, and so are they! Without anyone's blessing!"

The room listened in silence. No one dared to speak.That night, Robb was not just a man, but a husband, a father... and a future king.