Roose: He left you no choice.
Roose: I sent you there to collect taxes,
Hello. Roose: See that the horses are fed,
Roose: We can't hold the North with terror alone.
I shall mount Roose Bolton's head on a spike.
Roose: I sent you there to collect taxes, not bodies.
Hello. Roose: See that the horses are fed,
watered, and rubbed down.
Hello. Roose: See that the horses are fed,
nwatered, and rubbed down.
Roose Bolton is Warden of the North by the grace of my father.
Roose Bolton is Waren of the North by the grace of my father.
natural born son of Roose Bolton, Lord of the Dreadfort and Warden of the North.
Open it. From this day until your last day,
you are Ramsay Bolton, son of Roose Bolton, Warden of the North.