You push open the wide doors and the throne room opens out to you. Dimly lit by canldes, the rabble dies down.

With every step your heartbeat quickens as you approach the throne. The braziers cast dark shadows over the throne, and the kings face is barely visible.

"Well?" The King's voice booms over the room, washing fear over his subjects.

You tell him about the letter and hand it to him.

He opens the letter, releasing a wave of silence across the room. Not a sound is heard as the King's eyes make it's way down the page.

Before he starts reading, the Kingdoms Treasurer walks in. He takes his place at the back of the hall.

He finishes the letter, he glances quickly to The Treasurer and casts a sad look across the throne room. His face, barely visible in the firelight, is grim.

"Our forces in the west have been defeated. There is no mention of survivors."

The room explodes into anguish, their entire campaign depended on the Western armies victory. It was nothing compared to the anvil that just fell onto your heart.

The cries fade into the back of your head as the realisation that your son is dead devours you. The inevitable fact that you will never see his face again. Those brown eyes, that big smile. His stupid youthful pride, the NEED to go West with the soldiers. You should have stopped him from going. You should have done anything.

Rage fills you, desire to destroy your enemies. You must make a choice.

The King is talking to you. "I need you, Ser. I need your strength here. I am sorry about your son. Let us plan to avenge him"

You barely hear him over the rush of blood in your head.

Do you stay and help your king?

Or...

Do you rush south and try to find your son, hoping he is still alive?