"Ramsay took Lord Hornwood’s lands by forcibly wedding his widow, then locked her in a tower and forgot her. It is said she ate her own fingers in her extremity… and the Lannister notion of king’s justice is to reward her killer with Ned Stark’s little girl."


Reek had heard Stout’s servants muttering at how the Bastard and his men were eating through the winter stores. “He’ll bed Lord Eddard’s little girl, they say,” Stout’s cook complained when she did not know that Reek was listening.


"What do you think passes through their heads when they hear the new bride weeping? Valiant Ned’s precious little girl.


"Winter is almost upon us, boy. And winter is death. I would sooner my men die fighting for the Ned’s little girl than alone and hungry in the snow, weeping tears that freeze upon their cheeks. “


The entire time that I was gone I could never completely trust someone.
And when that goes on for so long you stop seeing people for people. You see…threats. Or targets. And when I decided to come home I just didn’t know how to turn that part of me off. But then I walked into your office. You were the first person that I could see as a….person. There  was  just something  about  you …