Warden of the North.
Lord Paramount of the North.
Lord of the Dreadfort, the Winterfell and House Bolton.
Known for killing Robb Stark, the King in the North.
Elevated the House Bolton from a noble house to a Great House of Westeros.
I miss my wife Bethany Ryswell.
I like to flay my enemies, keeping their skins as trophies and wearing them as cloaks.
In my family we say: A naked man has few secrets; a flayed man, none.
The North is larger than the other six kingdoms combined. And I am the Warden of the North. The North is mine.
In the end, neither its stone walls nor its tall keeps and iron gates could save Winterfell. At its height, it could have lasted a year under heavy siege, but a handful of ironborn seized it in the night, while its lord, the King in the North, was playing in the South. My dagger ended his reign, and now House Bolton holds the castle of our ancient enemies. The direwolf no longer flies from the battlements above me, nor guards the doors and cornices of Winterfell against me. Below me, miles of long-dead Starks fade into darkness and obscurity until even their faces are lost. Some Northerners whisper that they wait for the day that their house will rise again. They will wait forever...
House Bolton's family words: Our Blades Are Sharp
i got banned for 19 times (1 of them was an IP ban because of my son, Ramsay Bolton's vicious actions).
The Lannisters send their regards.