Roose Bolton

The North.

Yes, yes, very good.

The high road's very pretty,

I imagine you're familiar with the procedure.

And I am the Warden of the North.

Jon Snow is a bastard, not a Stark.

I sent my bastard Ramsay to root him out.

Poor girl.

I swear I will uphold your name

Maester Wolkan says it looks like a boy.

This was Balon Greyjoy's son and heir.

Now tell me, what is your name?

and promised me the girl's weight in silver as a dowry.

Their bastard brother.

He could be sheltering them.

Got that to look forward to.

The North is mine.

since we're all together.

Your pet rat have any thoughts

They obviously had help.

Walk with me.

Half a dozen men? Your best hunters?

A touch of mercy is a virtue, Your Grace. Too much--

I hope she makes you very happy.

At some point perhaps.