[The knife stills, Ramsay's gaze narrowing on the man.]
They used you. They paraded your injuries as evidence that I should be overthrown as Warden. They said that I- [The anger comes naturally, even if it's false. He stops, suddenly realising the knife is pressing down hard against the man's thigh.]
House Bolton flays our enemies, we would never betray our allies- or those entrusted to us by our king. [There's almost some kind of tangible disgust in his voice. Tradition, Theon. Honour. Weren't these held in respect by all good people in Westeros?] So they raised the North against me.
[That's not the whole story, and he looks away. With any luck, Theon will notice and press him for how it ends.]
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They used you. They paraded your injuries as evidence that I should be overthrown as Warden. They said that I- [The anger comes naturally, even if it's false. He stops, suddenly realising the knife is pressing down hard against the man's thigh.]
House Bolton flays our enemies, we would never betray our allies- or those entrusted to us by our king. [There's almost some kind of tangible disgust in his voice. Tradition, Theon. Honour. Weren't these held in respect by all good people in Westeros?] So they raised the North against me.
[That's not the whole story, and he looks away. With any luck, Theon will notice and press him for how it ends.]