Hello, everybody!
It seems I've abandoned all of you for a few days now. How horrible of me! So here's a new chapter- Robb's been overdue for quite a while, I think.
Enjoy it, folks!
Father,
What must I do? I keep fighting, the war continues- and for what? You left us. Mother has betrayed me. Jon is at the Wall. Sansa and Arya are captive. Bran and Rick...
I tell myself it is for the North. Every night. I tell myself it is for the men that fight beside me, for my trapped sisters, for the freedom of our people.
But what is to stop me from taking advantage of their trust? Can I condemn Joffrey, when it is all too easy to fall into his footsteps...? I am already prepared to punish my own flesh and blood for jeopardising my position in war. It has consumed me. It controls my every waking moment, and I feel my skin soaked in death, thirsting for victory...
Duty comes before family, apparently. I learnt that from you, Father.
May the heavens be kind to you,
Robb
Oo la la. Dramatic, aren't we?
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