Roose leaned back in his chair, one of his arms resting on the table whilst his fingers tapped against the wood slowly as he was lost in his thoughts, the sound of his bastard-turned-legitmate eating was the only background noise.

That was until one of the servants entered the dining hall, his cold gaze snapping towards them as he watched them go about their duties.

Roose's gaze was as cold as it was observant, this specific servant was well-focused as he learned, they never once strayed from their duties.