The Lannisters swindle their enemies. The Storm Kings hammer them. The Starks cut off their heads. In such company as this, were the Boltons really so…indelicate? Unlike some other houses, my ancestors earned the words, “Our Blades are Sharp.”
Unlike the rest of Westeros, we keep no garrisons and raise no soldiers for petty spats with our neighbors. Our land protects its own. […] Many would-be conquerors died trying to find us. With war all around and our Stark lord beseiged on all sides, many more will doubtless soon try. They will look at us on a map and see a stranglehold for the North and they will forget that the sea itself once entered the Neck and not all of it returned.
Do you sense the theme here? The rationalizing of defeats with mythical beasts and the whims of children instead of acknowledging the root cause: the arrogance of isolation. The men of the Vale are so proud of their mountains, they can’t abide any flaw in them.
HISTORIES AND LORE: The Vale As Told by Petyr Baelish