Another night came to Westeros. In the northerners' camp almost everyone were already asleep. Only guards, protecting the camp, and one young man were still awake.
He was standing in front of a huge table with maps of Seven Kingdoms on it. Young man's thick brown curls covered his dark- blue tired eyes, which surely shouldn't belong to someone so young. All the pain this man suffered during last few years could clearly be seen in his beautiful eyes; and you could almost physically feel all the weight of responsibility that was pressing on him.
But now, only one question was bothering him. What should he do? Listen to his heart and betray the trust of everyone, who believe in him, who serve him with all they have? Or fulfill his duty to his people, his homeland and lose a person, he loves the most? Oh, how he wishes to be a simple man, who can do everything his heart desires to do...
However lives of many are at stake. Furthermore, he'd better take news from Jon into consideration. His decision may change many things. What to choose, what to choose: love or duty and honor?
His thoughts were interrupted by a howl. A howl of the wolf.
Recently, Grey Wind is not himself. He constantly follows his master, as if feels something bad coming, and is aggressive to Talisa. This couldn't not alert the King of the North. If his, usually calm and playful, loyal companion and friend behaves like this, then something tricky is happenning.
Young man sighed, then leaned away from the table and laid down on the bed. Long broodings only disturbed him and wasted his precious time and nerves. He closed his eyes and decided that there's no point in putting this off further. The decision will be made right now. Oh, if he only knew how this decision will influence the fate of the world...
Well... The die is cast, there's no way back...