He looks up sharply at her for that, before he exhales. Slowly. "You are my wife, Sansa. Whatever was done to you, was not by your choice, or by your leave. I am bothered by Ramsay Bolton - but you ... you deserve nothing but my respect, and my ... my awe."

He clasped her hand in both of his small, stubby ones, his mis-matched eyes fierce. "You should hold no shame, Sansa Stark. The ones who should be ashamed are the monsters who did this to you."