Ned’s strong hands tightened around Petyr’s neck. The man was against the wall, practically shaking. Ned’s icy eyes were shrouded in scars infuriated by jealousy.

"Get away from my wife." Ned hissed. He gave him a sharp jolt against the wall. "If I see you near her, if I just see you look her right in the eye, I split your head from your body. I will hang your head on a stake and feed the rest to my children’s wolves."

If there was anything that separated Ned from being noble, it was jealousy.