[ Theon finds himself growing angry, his teeth clenching together tightly as his gaze flickers back down to the bruises on her wrists. Of all matches Lord Eddard could have made for his daughter, he cannot imagine that House Bolton was ever on the table. Lord Roose had always been mild-mannered and soft-voiced, but there was always something more dangerous behind those pale eyes. Knowing Ramsay as the man he does, Theon himself cannot think of a worse match. He knows what Ramsay is capable of, and he's seen it--but he has yet to learn that those capabilities will extend to him as well. ]
Ramsay is Roose Bolton’s baseborn son.
[ His eyebrows knit together. Her mother wouldn’t have allowed this match. Her father wouldn’t have allowed it. Robb would have known better, even Jon would have known better. ]
Who permitted you to be wed to him? Who was it that arranged it?
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Ramsay is Roose Bolton’s baseborn son.
[ His eyebrows knit together. Her mother wouldn’t have allowed this match. Her father wouldn’t have allowed it. Robb would have known better, even Jon would have known better. ]
Who permitted you to be wed to him? Who was it that arranged it?