Roose stood in the courtyard, his hands clasped behind his back as he focused his sights on his newly-gained step-child, his brow slowly raising as he spotted their expression of discomfort.

Roose took a few steps forward, his lips in a thin line as he spoke, his voice empty and lacking any form of emotion.

"What bothers you, child."

In truth, Roose had no doubts that his son, Ramsay, had been messing with his step-child. The boy was wild and insane. Ramsay was prone to cruel games. Roose wouldn't be suprised if he didn't try to skin them, or threaten them with his hounds.

Roose needed to get Ramsay under control. When appearance mattered atleast. Roose didn't need his new wife running off in the night and dragging her child with her out of fear for their lives because of his bastard.