Torrhen was standing by the window, gazing out over the Vale, when he heard the rapping of knuckles against the door to his chambers.
"Who is it?"
"It's your mother, Torrhen. May I come in?" At the sound of her voice, Torrhen grimaced. He had half a mind to leave her out there, but he knew that he couldn't be angry at her forever. He responded in the affirmative but remained where he was as she entered and the door closed behind her. She appeared to be carrying a tray with plates of food which she set on the table. "We missed you at supper."
"I wasn't hungry."
"I'm glad to see that you are alright. Did you have any difficulties on the ascent?"
"No, mother. The climb was uneventful."
"I'm glad to hear it." "Torrhen, I'm sorry about…"
"About what, mother?! Kidnapping my friend, nearly getting him killed or leaving him to the mercy of a madwoman breastfeeding a boy older than Rickon?!" He yelled, whipping around. "He has done nothing at all to deserve this! Nothing!"
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