Roose rubbed his chin as he stood before his neice/nephew, his lips a thin line as he debated on what to do. The death of his brother, their parent, was unexpected, but his brother had always been weak. They hadn't even taught their child proper defense.

Roose sighed, he supposed he'd have to take his neice/nephew under his wing, and show them the way of a true Bolton. Otherwise his neice/nephew would be a disgrace to their family name and would be eaten alive in this world.

"Come."

Roose's voice broke the silence as he beckoned for his neice/nephew to follow him, his boots clicking against the stone flooring as he lead them to their new chambers.