Brynden walked into his chambers, rubbing the side of his face only to halt in his tracks as he seen his wife, a witch, holding a live weasel in her hand and a dagger in the other. Brynden's expression blanked at the seen before he blinked.

"You know you're not supposed to do that in here, you could get caught."

Brynden murmured as he approached her, gently taking the dagger from her hand and pocketing with a shake of his head. Brynden was well aware that his wife was still not accustomed to living in anything but a hut in the woods.

Hells, when he first met her he mistook her for a wildling that managed to get past The Wall. He had been wedded to her for a few moons now, and she still had yet to learn that she couldn't practice Witchcraft when in the Red Keep.

She'd learn, eventually. Brynden knew she would it was just a new enviroment and rules for a woman who lived alone in the woods for years.