Every single part of his body hurt, including his head. This... maester had made him practice his sums and letters so much that his mind still felt muddled hours later. But he would persevere and complete every task that the king asked of him. It was a great honour to be the squire of the Stark of Winterfell, and an even greater one to be the squire of the second Stark king in three hundred years and Torrhen would not disappoint. He kneaded his sore muscles in a bid to ease them up and headed towards the smithy.