Maester Lucas steps in. "I can prepare testimony about King Robert's reason for granting you your title, as well as your acts while steward here."
"We must make it clear, I am [lord/lady] of [Your Holding], no one else."
"Even if we make a strong case, the Boltons won't favor anyone loyal to the Starks."
"What should we prepare to be certain they hear us out?"
"I've bent the knee to the Boltons. They have no reason me of disloyalty."
Gammer laughs. "M'[lord/lady], that gives the Boltons all the excuse they need to decide to make you an example to all Stark supporters."
Rona storms into your library. "Now the damned Boltons are sending a magistrate to 'hear your claim!' I don't like the sound of that."
Rona grimaces. "It's how they say it. Like your claim is no better than the Chernoffs'. Like you're equals, not a sitting [lord/lady] and a pretender."
"No Bolton magistrate is going to hear us fairly. What else did they say?"