"Good morning, and in case I don't see ya: Good afternoon, good evening, and good night." - Truman Burbank. (The Truman Show)
Years: 126ac
Location: Winterfell
Lord Bennard Stark wore a crown on his head as if he was made King. Winterfell had its army grow throughout the two years that had gone by. Bennard was not a good Lord, but he now knew to keep track of his spending habits if he did not want the people of Winterfell to turn against him.
His youngest, Elric, 20, had always obeyed his father no matter the circumstances. Even if it was morally wrong. He sat alone on the edge of the walls looking out at the army who had made small tents just out of the wall. 5 thousand men strong.
Elric made his way to the Great Hall in which his eldest brother, Benjen, 23, sat on the small seat made for him. "Brother." Benjen smiles at him. Elric stepped over. "What is the matter?"
Elric sighed, sitting down on the benched table. "I do not understand why Father will not just return home? We were perfectly fine there."
Benjen whispers, not wanting anyone to hear the two of them speak. "You know why."
Elric whispers as well. "I do not have the heart to face my Cousin, let alone your good friend, Brandeth." Benjen sighs. "I wish to go home."
"I wish to go home as well. But that is beyond us." Benjen puts a hand on his shoulder trying to reassure him. "Winterfell is our home. Whether we like it or not. We must move forward." Elric is left disappointed. "I do not wish to fight my friends or my cousin. But an order is an order, no matter the cost."
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