❝I accompany him more since Domeric died.
I think he likes to keep an eye on me.❞Lord Bolton was one of the few people who
suspected Ramsay’s involvement in what
had happened to Domeric, and his ease in
talking to Sansa right now was indicative of
how he felt about it.
He wasn’t scared that Roose suspected him;
if anything, it only made him respect
his father more.❝Do you want to show me around?
No one is going to know Winterfell
better than you, after all.❞

:: 〖 ❣ 〗――— ::
Domeric, Domeric– the name
rings a bell, but Sansa is yet eloquent in
her knowledge of the various houses of
the North. She thinks maybe it must be
his brother, maybe an elder son. It would
be most sensible to train your heir; in fact,
Robb has training too! She nods sagely, a
sincere though shallow platitude on her lips.
“I’m sorry for your loss, my lord.”
Clasping her hands in front of her,
Sansa hesitates for only a minute though
propriety requires her to agree. It is only
natural for her to be nervous, especially
when he seems so much bigger than her.
Yet, she is a lady born and bred and she
nods, a sweet smile gracing her delicate
features.
"It’ll be my pleasure. I can bring you
to the glass gardens. This year’s bloom is
unparalleled, and our harvests too. Our
kennel master also sent word that we have
a new litter of pups, if you’d like to see them.
Does the Dreadfort have hunting dogs too?“
❝I accompany him more since Domeric died. I think he likes to keep an eye on me.❞ Lord Bolton was one of the few people...