Hogan Barathea, high king of the North sat on his throne, his happy daughter by his side and his beautiful wife somewhere in the crowd overseeing the affairs of the feast. She had always been hands on about any arrangement pertaining to celebrations and festivities in the palace, that could be the reason these feasts always turned out so well organized.
However, Hogan would have preferred that his wife be seated close to him with their children. He looked to his left and saw the smiling faces of his sons, they all seemed to be enjoying the feast it seemed, then again, there wasn't any good reason for them not to, as only he had experienced the curse being spoken and knots been tied to his daughter.
A very dull ache grabbed hold of his heart, squeezing until his heart trembled. He was as
