Even as he tried to pry his mind away from the disturbing thought that had been plaguing him for the past few days, he couldn't. And because of that, he'd resorted to soothing his nerves with the hearth and some good whiskey. As he stood there beside the iron throne, the looming premonition that his worst fears were coming through returned. He'd been pacing the the like a caged beast ever since, but it did nothing to stop the thoughts that were plaguing his mind. 

Gritting his teeth, he made for the hearth, grabbing a few twigs and casting them into the fire, before watching as they fueled the inferno....