Long have the Boltons sat in silence.

Few would mistake such absence for coincidence, for they plot as they always have. With an heir married to a Stark they feel their position secure for now. Yet suspicion hangs above the Dreadfort like a cloud. Roose eyes his father's lordship like a hungry dog, and yet he must also contend with his bastard half brother Viktor if he is to secure his inheritance.

The old lord of the Dreadfort sits securely, for now, yet time is not on his side. The weight of years hangs on his neck like an albatross, and he must choose the best path to chart his house before his hand slips from the till and into the hands of the Stranger.

With Victor returned from the Riverlands, a struggle between the two sons seems as immanent as ever. Only their aged father remaining upon their ancient seat stems chaos from overtaking the lands of the Botlons.

[Still reading the lore from the last claimant, but as a non-reconnable house this seems like the most reasonable plot line.]