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Roose Bolton | FC: Ian Bostridge | Taken
Roose Bolton is the current Lord of the Dreadfort. Though mild-mannered, he is cold, calculating, and capable of great cruelty. He speaks softly, never raising his voice, forcing those who must listen to do so intently. He receives regular leechings, which he believes to improve his health, prompting some to call him the “Leech Lord”.
Lord Roose fought at the Battle of the Trident during Robert’s Rebellion. When Ser Barristan Selmy, seriously wounded, was brought before Robert Baratheon, he counseled that they should kill him. Robert ignored Roose and spared Ser Barristan’s life, sending his own maester to tend to his wounds.
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it’s very quiet tonight.
Odd. It’s never quiet.
I was just thinking the same thing, Ser Robb.
I like quiet nights… these Freys are too noisy, I can never sleep. Not to mention my wife, um, keeping me occupied. How’s nights in the West, Your Grace? And how fare you, Lady Daenerys?
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Chillin’ in the Twins…
Got myself a new wife. She’s about twice my weight but she looks like she has that legendary Frey fertility. And judging by her enthusiasm, I’ll soon get her with child.
(I’m a bit tired at days lately, though)
Lord Frey will give me some of his men, including one of his grandson? sons? I can’t tell these Freys apart. Said Frey boy is terrified of my leeches though. Walda tends to them for now but when I leave, I’ll have to get someone for help.
No word from King Robb. Hope he’s all right. Will send raven.
tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?
Water… water dripping in the deepest dungeons of the Dreadfort. My lord father brought me there to show me our family collections. Those walls are always weeping… some say it’s water, but I think it’s the blood they’ve absorbed all these thousands of years. I like those dungeons. No screams ever escape through the walls. They go deeper even than Casterly Rock, as deep as our crypts. In the latest years I visit the crypts quite often. All quiet… all peaceful. The living shout too much… just like you, little bot. Perhaps I should flay you. You ask the same question of everyone you meet, not good. Be more creative.
