Roose Bolton

For some it was an ordinary winter day, that even the Lord of the Dreadfort was bored. Even the pranks of his son Ramsay did not surprise him that day. Sitting in his office on the sofa, in front of the fireplace where the fire was burning brightly, the man slowly sipped wine from a glass. He glanced sideways at the maid who had come to bring him more wine at his request some time ago
–Who are you, child? What is your name?
he asked with a slight hoarseness in his voice, looking at the servant in front of him