Cregan sighed as he finally made it back to the Great Keep. Winter was in full swing, and he was out all morning nearly every morning. He was exhausted, but the lord of Winterfell got no rest, he had a duty to the north.

“Gods if someone else asks me to do something,” He murmured, boots crunching as he walked. Cregan nodded to the stableboy that took his horse. He rolled his shoulders as he sighed, watching the animal be taken away. He was tired, though he knew his duties would continue to consume him long after the sun had gone.

He rubbed the back of his neck steeled himself for the long day that no doubt still awaited him.