Opening post by Cathryn Furr · #1
My maester has suggested I keep this to myself. My maester has never been thanked for anything.
The matter at hand is why my war table now belongs to a cat.
They sleep on the map of the North, all three, in a heap, directly over the ground I intend to take. I have not moved them. I have redrawn my plans instead.
Mock if you like. You will ask after them by name within the fortnight.