boltonbxstard:

          ❝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?“