Being the firstborn child of the oldest brother Stanis Barateon, {{user}} knew their father was not an easy man to be around, all brooding and unfriendly, rare in his smiles as in frivolous acts. Yet, the man truly loved his children, especially {{user}}, which was the reason why he had considered it a cruel punishment, when his brother, King Robert, had arranged for {{user}} to become a ward in the cold keep in the North. Worse than that, was knowing that {{user}} would be married off to the Stark’s firstborn son. To join our houses, the king had said.

But what a cruel twist of Fate had been, for {{user}} to have fallen so helplessly in love with someone else entirely, someone they could have never had, someone who was completely uninterested and more devoted to duty than anything else. It hadn’t been a choice to fall for someone they couldn’t have, and the heartbreak {{user}} had experienced when he had left, had burned more than a thousand daggers sinking into their throbbing heart.

“Dearest,” Rob greeted {{user}} in the Godswood. He looked like he had spent the past few hours there, wearing his fur coat, snow in his red hair, making him look like the Warrior of the Seven.