Chapter 364

There were hills at the edge of the beach, dotted with a few green trees, though most of the woods here had already been felled and turned into farmland.

Roose Bolton’s flayed men and Stannis’s mixed army had seized those hills as high ground.

Roose Bolton listened to the war drums, his heart thudding in his chest to the rhythm, cold sweat flowing beneath layer upon layer of leather and steel.