Domeric and Ramsay.-
"Ramsay killed him. A sickness of the bowels, Maester Uthor says, but I say poison. In the Vale, Domeric had enjoyed the company of Redfort’s sons. He wanted a brother by his side, so he rode up the Weeping Water to seek my bastard out. I forbade it, but Domeric was a man grown and thought that he knew better than his father. Now his bones lie beneath the Dreadfort with the bones of his brothers, who died still in the cradle, and I am left with Ramsay. Tell me, my lord … if the kingslayer is accursed, what is a father to do when one son slays another?
“Roose has no feelings, you see. Those leeches that he loves so well
sucked all the passions out of him years ago. He does not love, he does
not hate, he does not grieve. This is a game to him, mildly diverting.
Some men hunt, some hawk, some tumble dice. Roose plays with men.”