Do not presume to order me about as if you have a stake in the North. You want to abandon it. You want to abandon me. We need her dragons and bending the knee was the right decision. You leaving your home permanently and your duty as ruler for a woman you barely know is selfish. Could she not spend part of the year at Winterfell and part at King’s Landing? And do not dare speak of Theon or Tyrion. Theon has paid for his sins tenfold and Tyrion not once abandoned me or let me come to harm. He protected me. You seem to think it was a chore to have done so. Don’t speak to me again of this. We know not if we will live through the war anyway. I love you, brother, but I cannot abide this. Make your choice carefully and decide which it is you’d rather risk losing.

( Sansa disconnects. )