Young Wolf
He had never imagined that it would come to this. He had never imagined that his father would ride south for King's Landing only to never return alive, and he never imagined that he would be the one to call the banners and be declared the King in the North.
The burden of the crown weighs heavy on his head as Grey Wind sits faithfully at his side, massive and looming.
In the back of his mind, he hopes that he's made his father proud.
His voice echoes in his head.
The North remembers.
Another voice echoes in his head, the words of the Kingslayer himself:
"Three victories doesn't make you a conquerer."
"It's better than three defeats."
Even bound and in shackles, Jaime remains damnably smug and defiant.
He vows that he will prove that the Lannisters aren't the only ones that pay their debts. Incur the wrath of the Northmen, and they would descend upon you like a pack of winter starved wolves, and show just as much mercy. The only thing that pays for blood is blood.
Just as the Targaryens might lay claim to what is theirs with fire and blood, Robb will take what is his with ice and steel. He will reclaim the North and they will become an independent sovereignty, free to govern themselves under their own laws. He will be a good king, just and honorable and wise.
And, he will prove that there is a good reason why he is called the Young Wolf.
A/N: This one's my first attempt at capturing Robb. Not sure I'm entirely pleased with how it turned out, but...I tried.