"We all suffered when Brandon and Lord Rickard were killed."
"Nyall has some of his charm," she says. "You'd look at him laughing and he seemed completely feckless. But underneath, he was all steal."
"The love of my youth," she says sadly. "He was going to get me a place at Winterfell, acknowledge the babe as his. Then... the Mad King took him."
"I would rather see Winterfell go to Brandon Stark's son than to Roose Bolton."
"He's Stark blood, sure enough." She sighs. "But it's more than blood that makes a lord. He has nothing of Brandon's loyalty or decency, only ambition."
"Nyall grew up in Essos. He can never be a true son of the North."
Myriah stares after Nyall, stricken. "Brandon Stark would never have turned on his brother for any gain. Nyall is no son of his."
"No son of his? Do you mean Nyall is not a Stark?"