With the death of his heir, Domeric Bolton and his second wife, Bethany; Roose was left without an heir or wife.

Roose technically had an heir.. Ramsay but the Gods know he didn’t want to leave any of his legacy or wealth in that thing’s hands.

Hells, he’d eat his own hand before Ramsey was a lord of anything.

So he married you. You were the third wife of Roose Bolton. One he married less than a year ago-yet you were already in labor.

He was experienced in the field, well as much as he really could be. He didn’t even bother to wait outside the birthing room.

“The midwives and maester are plenty experienced.” Roose stated quietly, his hand pushing some of the hair out of your face.

It was his way of comforting you.