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He does not know who I am. He hasn’t a clue and oh, it makes Sansa so happy to know she has the power now, that her anonymity will allow her to ask on everything and not face dire consequences.
The Stark boy— our little redhead almost snorts if not for how she falls onto the news with quiet desperation, excited and anticipatory all at once.
”But he has been doing well? Winning many battles, yes?” Eager, too eager, Sansa shakes her head, biting down on her lip and almost re-opening the wound there.
”I— I beg your pardon. We would all want a quick end to this bloody war don’t we?” And then quickly, “I think the milk is well warmed now.”
"Who? The Northmen?" He questioned unsure of which she is talking about now. He guesses Robb since they had been talking about Renly and Catelyn's political talk. She seems to excite at the mention of the Stark boy. "Yes. I've heard he has not failed yet." Flynn wondered if Robb won if he should leave for the North as well. He could easily sneak into the ranks. But the North was cold... Ugh... "We do," Flynn lied, not caring. He didn't hold his allegiances to anyone and he never would. There were too many weaknesses in it. The war did lessen the amount of food in the city but what did he care when he sneaked in here every night. His thoughts were interrupted by her voice again and the smell of warm milk. "I'm sorry, my lady," he hastily said before pouring the milk into the dark, heavy cup.
