The king, of course. [He scoffs] But that wasn't why they did it. All they cared for was Winterfell. [It's almost cathartic to spit the name out. Fucking Winterfell. He'd gained it, made it his home- he would have been a fine lord ruling the keep with his wife at his side, starting a new Bolton dynasty to rule over the North for ages to come.

The anger rises in him, and he struggles to keep it under control. He's doing this for Reek. He needs Reek on his side if this is to work. He, Sansa, and Jon are the only ones who know his face.

He takes a breath and all trace of anger vanishes.] With Snow at the wall and Sansa the only surviving Stark, an alliance was made between our houses. It was-- the sensible thing to do. Or so I thought.

[Clearly things worked out differently.]