This woman was like the poor widow Donella Manderly.
Suleiman thought.
Lady Donella had been seized by Ramsay Bolton, who wanted to take her castle, and forced into marriage while returning to her lands after attending a feast at Winterfell.
After the wedding, she had been locked in a tower and denied food, eventually starving to death alive, her mouth full of blood, her fingers bitten off and eaten in her hunger.
This was the reality faced by female lords in Westeros. Without a husband's family, without her birth family, and without abilities of her own, they were like children carrying gold through a bustling market.
Perhaps what he was doing was only slightly better than Ramsay Bolton's.
But if not for the stupidity of her husband and her husband's father, she would not have fallen to this point.
He had been willing to let them recover some of their losses at the smallest possible cost, as compensation for his guilt over destroying their lands.
Yet they had not known gratitude. They had deceived the soldiers Suleiman had left behind, killed them, stolen the supplies, and set everything ablaze.
If not for Bronn's Black Lion, who knew how great the cost would have been.
But she was a little luckier. So long as she obeyed, Suleiman would not use such methods against this pitiful woman.
After all, Westeros was surrounded by vicious wolves like Bronn. Though he himself seemed to be one too...
"What should we do?" Bronn looked at Suleiman with ill intent.
Suleiman looked at Bronn. "Aren't you going to ask what the job is first?"
"Ask?" Bronn blinked. "Of course I'll ask!"
"How much?"
"Cause Lady Lorna some trouble." Suleiman sat down in a chair. "And take stock of how many people still remain loyal to House