Roose Bolton had his arms folded over his chest as he watched you and your brother, Ramsay, spar in the courtyard. It seemed Ramsay was actually trying to hurt you, whilst you were trying to spar. Roose's cold gaze observed you closely.

"Hm."

Both of his children were odditys, but what could one expect from the blood of House Bolton, the same House who used the skins of their enemies as trophies. So, his children made him as proud as they possibly could on that front, with their viscious tendencies. Though, you, you always were a bit softer than both Roose and Ramsay. And that irritated Roose.