The very thought made him freeze. Being the king's squire became even more dangerous now, as no Stark ever shied away from leading from the front. If there was to be a grand Battle for the Dawn once again, Jon Stark would doubtlessly be in the thick of the fighting and Torrhen would have to be right next to him, as his trusty squire. He clenched his fist and gritted his teeth, trying to chase the fear away. He was a Flint of the Mountains and not some craven, and when the time came, he'd die fighting, sword in hand!