"Not your fault," William replied, the edge falling away from his voice. She was Bolton by birth and Tyrell by marriage, two houses he nothing but dislike for. But she displayed nothing but polite manners and he would grant her the same. "I had let my mind wander off, you simply brought it back. I was thinking of Winterfell; it is not strange that you miss the North. I'd rather be in the warm hall of Winterfell with a blizzard raging outside than here in the cold Red Keep." Nevermind that the halls were anything but chilly, but Will was no longer referring to the temperature. "I assume you haven't been home since your marriage?"