“She had pictured him as a younger version of his brother Brandon, but that was wrong. Ned was shorter and plainer of face, and so somber. He spoke courteously enough, but beneath the words she sensed a coolness that was all at odds with Brandon, whose mirths had been as wild as his rages. Even when he took her maidenhood, their love had more of duty to it than of passion. We made Robb that night, though; we made a king together.”
“And after the war, at Winterfell, I had love enough for any woman, once I found the good sweet heart beneath Ned’s solemn face.” - Catelyn Stark