Robb was sitting at the strategy table, observing the pawns on the map like pieces of a huge chess game that he was trying to figure out. The Young Wolf had won every single battle he had fought and yet he felt like he was losing everything, his mind most of all.

“Gods be good…” he sighed, rubbing his eyes with one hand before returning to lay his chin on it, his mind completely focused on the battles ahead. He did not even notice someone opening and closing the great door, entering the room.