There were only a few minutes allowed Aurelia between being deposited in her previous room and Roose entering. On the walk there she had requested a water basin to wash the blood off her face and it was procured. She quickly scrubbed her face and hands, being careful to dry them well before putting on what was clearly a man's dressing gown. She had just finished tying the belt when she noticed the pattern. A lump caught in her throat. This had been pulled from Ramsay's room, what had been Robb's room. He had had some of Robb's clothes in his closet. Her skin prickled with rage.

Roose knocked only twice before entering. Aurelia hadn't noticed her hands were shaking, but Roose's attention went right to them.

"Just the one attacker, you say." It was not a question, and delivered with such calm Aurelia's voice broke with her reply.

"He killed your son. Or she. Or- he was fucking me. His hands were around my throat and then-" She paused, trying to regain herself. "Yes. One."

"And you allowed yourself to be taken out by just one man. I've seen you in battle."

"Battle is not the same as a surprise attack while being fucked and choked out in your marriage bed."

"He could have killed you."

"Yes."

"He didn't."

"Clearly." Her tone had become as icy as his. For a moment they stared at one another.

Roose cleared his throat. "Choked. By my son."

"Surely you were aware of some of his proclivities."

"And you didn't try to stop that?"

"A husband, a man with considerable strength over mine telling me he likes it rough and so I will too puts a hand around my throat. On the second night of my marriage? Mid-thrust? Should I have tried to push him off, only to feel that grip tighten? I intend to survive this marriage longer than the previous wife."

"And so you have."

Aurelia stilled. "This was not my doing."

"We shall see." She bit her tongue as Roose looked her over. "As lord of this house, I am confining you to this room until further notice. You may have visitors of no more than ten minutes, and I will post guards outside the door."

"You cannot think that I-"

"My heir is dead," he spat. "Whoever killed him, and whomever was involved in this, they will see justice. No matter their station." It was the first time Aurelia had seen Roose turn from cold to hot, his rage awoken.

"Very well, my lord," she said with all the demuring deference she could muster. "I desire justice as well."

Roose gave a single nod, then left. Aurelia took a deep breath, then looked down at her hands. They did not shake.