'Urgent' was quickly becoming a word William loathed. Running the entire kingdom was much more challenging than attending to the northlands. It wasn't as though the north was free of its own troubles, but at least most northerners didn't treat politics as though they were a game to be played. The game of thrones, it was called. He hated it. It weighed upon him, along with the weight of the entire kingdom.
His goodbrother's quiet tone and the fact that he did not want to make the information public...well, William already knew that meant it was bad news. Taking a breath, he prepared himself for the worse.