Robb let out a groan, rubbing the place between his brows. His father was named traitor, his sisters are held captive in the keep, and to top it off, the boy king Joffrey has demanded Robb bend the knee.

All the lords in the north were gathered in winterfell, they planned to march come morning. Robb’s head ached, he didn’t know what was the right thing to do anymore, but something had to be done.

“Gods… one thing after another…” He murmured to himself, sitting in the empty feast hall.