[ Her hand jerks out from under his, back into her own lap where fists clench. Not in anger but in embarrassment. Her cheeks redden and her gaze drops low at his mention of being in love, not looking the least bit surprised. Of course she already knew. She still remembers his kiss. She knows it's because she is her mother's daughter, but still... ]

...He is the only one who has never betrayed me. He has protected me. If something...happened with the Boltons, then it was not his fault. It would certainly be against his will!

[ As if being forced to accept Jon's death and resurrection wasn't enough, now she's being told that her one last protector, her one last true...something, betrays her? To be betrayed again somehow makes this far more impossible to swallow than anything else he's said, and her breaths come short and tight. It hurts, deep in her breast. ]

If you claim I told you such things, then it must be at his behest. There must be a plan, a complex one that you are simply not part of. It is...his way; it is not malicious. If he were in love with me, then why would he ever put me in harm's way? He would not. He is not the man you think. He is dangerous, true, but not to those he cares for. He aims to give me Winterfell, and more.

[ She won't ask 'what she has suffered'. She can't handle it, and this time she's smart enough to keep from asking. ]