The phrase, 'the north remembers', it resonated with Margaery. She looked up to him with wide eyes, tilting her head. The Boltons had indeed been sworn to the Starks for centuries. Sometimes, considering the great differences between the clans, it was easy to forget how they came from the same region.

Margaery felt cold and unsettled here. She looked up to Hannibal, rubbing her arms for warmth. "Shall we leave the deceased to rest in peace?"