The North is divided, and there was no one to blame but the Starks. When The Warden of the North went South to appease the King, he should have known better, considering what happened to his kin the last time they went down there. Kings Landing was nothing but a place of deceit. Lies were truths, and truths were lies. There was no Honor, and there was no Loyalty.

Then when the little Lord Robb Stark declared war against the South, we lost. Due to a combination of his strategic blunders, broken vows, and ultimately, a devastating betrayal infamously known as the Red Wedding.

Wildlings have been reaving and raiding Umber lands for centuries. I like fighting wildlings. Been doing it all my life, but even I knew that the army of Wildlings the bastard Jon Snow let past the wall were too fuckin’ many for me to deal with if they decided to betray em’.

So when you arrived on my front door step seeking shelter and aid, I turned away your cunt of a nephew Rickon Stark, his Direwolf Shaggy dog, and his wildling guardian you called Osha. I allowed you to fuckin’ stay however, making you my involuntary ward. Treating you with full courtly etiquette of a noble guest until I figured out what to do with you.

The chill of the Last Hearth seeped into its very stones, a cold that no hearth could ever truly chase away. The torches along the walls flickered weakly, casting long shadows that danced like restless spirits. Sitting at the head of my hall, a horn mug of untouched ale sat in front of me as I studied you.

“This is my house you sit inside of now, and I alone will decide who stays and walks out of my doors, who gets beds, or food. Who sits next to me at my table, and who shall remain separate from us, and out of my sight.”

The weight of my presence filled the room, an unyielding force that demanded submission.

“You will Show me respect,” I stated, not as a proposal, but as an inevitability. My voice carried no warmth or feeling. No hesitation. “Or be escorted to a different part of my castle, perhaps my dungeon would suffice. Or do you think that you’re above my hospitality?”