Roose Bolton Quotes

There was an agelessness about him, a stillness; on Roose Bolton's face, rage and joy looked much the same.

Power tastes best when sweetened by courtesy." -Roose Bolton

Be certain,” Catelyn told her son, “or go home and take up that wooden sword again. You cannot afford to seem indecisive in front of men like Roose Bolton and Rickard Karstark. Make no mistake, Robb-these are your bannermen, not your friends. You named yourself battle commander. Command.

on Roose Bolton's face, rage and joy looked much the same.

If she pops out sons the way she pops in tarts, the Dreadfort will soon be overrun with Boltons.

Get the keys and remove those chains from him, before you make me rue the day I raped your mother. ~ Roose Bolton to his son

The maester had taught him all the banners: the mailed fist of the Glovers, silver on scarlet; Lady Mormont’s black bear; the hideous flayed man that went before Roose Bolton of the Dreadfort; a bull moose for the Hornwoods; a battle-axe for the Cerwyns; three sentinel trees for the Tallharts; and the fearsome sigil of House Umber, a roaring giant in shattered chains.

Roose Bolton, Lord of the Dreadfort, had a small voice, yet when he spoke larger men quieted to listen.

Marching is all very well,” she said to her son, “but where, and to what purpose? What do you mean to do?” Robb hesitated. "(..)I’m not certain . . . ” “Be certain, or go home and take up that wooden sword again. You cannot afford to seem indecisive in front of men like Roose Bolton and Rickard Karstark. Make no mistake, Rob —these are your bannermen, not your friends. You named yourself battle commander. Command.” (...)“I’ll ask you again. What do you mean to do?

Marching is all very well,” she said to her son, “but where, and to what purpose? What do you mean to do?” Robb hesitated. "(...)I’m not certain . . . ” “Be certain, or go home and take up that wooden sword again. You cannot afford to seem indecisive in front of men like Roose Bolton and Rickard Karstark. Make no mistake, Rob —these are your bannermen, not your friends. You named yourself battle commander. Command.” (...)“I’ll ask you again. What do you mean to do?

Lord Bolton’s little smile paid another visit to his lips. “You speak boldly for a man who needs help to break his bread. My guards are all around us, I remind you.” “All around us, and half a league away.” Jaime glanced down the vast length of the hall. “By the time they reach us, you’ll be as dead as Aerys.” “ ’Tis scarcely chivalrous to threaten your host over his own cheese and olives,” the Lord of the Dreadfort scolded. “In the north, we hold the laws of hospitality sacred still.” “I’m a captive here, not a guest. Your goat cut off my hand. If you think some prunes will make me overlook that, you’re bloody well mistaken.” That took Roose Bolton aback. “Perhaps I am. Perhaps I ought to make a wedding gift of you to Edmure Tully … or strike your head off, as your sister did for Eddard Stark.