Robb let out a gruff sigh as he finally sat down in his tent. They’d have to move camp in the morning, but he was too bothered to care in the moment. The Lannister’s were closing in, but Robb hadn’t lost a battle yet.

He ran a hand over his face, feeling sore and stiff all over. He wished he were back in Winterfell, but he wouldn’t stop until the north was liberated.

“What a damn day..” He murmured.