Another short chapter- hopefully a longer one this week-end!
The sun rose on bad thoughts and a sleepless night. He sat in a chair by the empty fire pit, feeling the cold morning air against his lips. The sound of a raven screaming through the halls forced him away from her the night before, and the note forced his mind into darkness. He wanted to laugh at the contents, if only because they were so awful. It was like holding a blade to his own throat, or sinking beneath a wave that carried a dose of wildfire while badly needing to surface. The demand was plain, and he understood the game that was being played. it made his heart feel like it was encased in ice.
After a month of traveling, he was already being summoned back to court- his King wanted an audience to discuss the rightful claim of the keep and his wife.
Gregor, presumed dead, has returned to the South- all titles, grants, lands and holdings were in question.
Including Sansa.