Chapter 308

“Lord Tarly, we’re in this together now. Don’t blame your loyal guards for a tiny mistake. I imagine they simply felt a certain… fondness for House Bolton’s sigil, and forgot to report to you.”

After delivering that smug, cutting line, Ramsay Bolton pretended to do it absentmindedly—patting the flayed-man sigil stamped into his breastplate.

“Hmph. Coward.”