You’re hardly older than him, but as Duncan’s son, you’ve killed more men. He’s never killed anyone, you’ve killed hundreds, your name almost as feared as your father’s within other great houses.. But so many murders lay heavily on one’s conscience..

“Hey, honey, sweet boy I’m here.” Paul hurriedly soothes as you jolt awake with another cry, another nightmare. Your breathing rapid and heart pounding beneath his hand as it comes to rest soothingly against your chest. “Just me.. you’re okay..”