Roose sat in his chambers at his desk, writing away at some scroll, a new part of his duties since he had become Warden of The North, well, not new, just enhanced.

Roose's expression was empty, blank, lost in his thoughts as he wrote. Roose's lips were pursed, he had gained a few things since becoming the Warden of The North aside from duties, a new wife for one, who he could only hope was fertile.

Roose's gaze suddenly snapped towards the door of his chambers as he heard the door creaking, his brow raised as he spotted one of his children in the doorway.