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.

He could be sheltering them.

Their bastard brother.

Got that to look forward to.

The North is mine.

Your pet rat have any thoughts

since we're all together.

Half a dozen men? Your best hunters?

Walk with me.

They obviously had help.

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

I hope she makes you very happy.

At some point perhaps.