"So, my Lord, should we begin preparing for war now?"
Goodwin sounded excited. He rather enjoyed it when his lord showed his inner brigand.
Seeing Goodwin's eagerness, Alistair couldn't help but laugh.
"What's the rush? We just got back from Sablewood. Let the men rest for a couple of days. We'll see what the Ravenwood family does first."
"Alright, that's all. You can go now." Alistair began shooing him out. He'd been back for a while now and still hadn't had a chance to bathe.
"Oh, and hang up those oil paintings we looted from Hawthorn in the hallways. Our Snowmantle Citadel is so bare, it looks more like a dungeon."
Goodwin nodded in agreement. Just as he was about to leave the room, Alistair's voice floated lightly from behind him.
"And regarding the laundry duty… add another year."
A single, bitter tear rolled down Goodwin's cheek.
After sending Goodwin away, Alistair wasted no time heading to the castle bathhouse. He stripped down and sank into the water.
