Chapter 82: Castle Crasher.

BRAN

The silence in the room was deafening.

Bran sat with his men in his courtroom and for all the five minutes they had been in here, no man had opened his mouth to speak.

Of course no one had said anything. They were waiting for him to address them. To kick off the meeting before they would each pipe in with their various suggestions because, even though the activities of the past week threatened to contradict it, he was still their king and they would always wait for his orders before putting anything into motion.

But honestly, he didn't know how he was going to kick this meeting off. He didn't know what he was going to tell them.

Sure, he knew what the aim of this meeting was. The people weren't happy with the attacks and they were starting to become increasingly agressive, banging on the castle's gates and demanding that he did something about the lives that had been lost and the injured people that were still healing.

He felt guilty as all fucks because everything that was ha