My brother…. [(His jaw sets; this is as hard to speak of as his own death, so he speaks carefully again.)] We never spoke on it, I never saw him after I left Winterfell to join the Watch, but my brother Robb would never have wanted the Iron Throne. He marched south because the Lannisters held our father in King’s Landing; it was his bannermen who made him their king, same as they did me. And when our father was killed, it was a war against the Lannisters.

They called him the Young Wolf, because he was barely more than a boy then. He was betrayed, murdered at a feast with many of his men, by his own allies who had been bought by Tywin Lannister. The Boltons were among them, and the Lannisters made them the lords of Winterfell and Wardens of the North.

But the Boltons, they skin their enemies. The flayed man is their sigil. And Lord Bolton’s son… he was cruel, even for a Bolton.

So the Northmen feared them, and for good reason, and most were glad to be well rid of them.