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“I simply do not understand what you are talking about dear Benjen. Now please, if you’d be so kind, pass me that blue fabric I need to finish your doublet before we are to attend Jon’s birthday Tourney.”
She carefully eyes Benjen, needle thread in one hand and an open hand waiting for the fabric. “Unless you want me finishing it whilst you wear it and get poked along the way in the carriage”
“It’s a feast not a tourney.” He mutters, handing her the blue fabric and watching her for a moment. She never wanted to talk about their real problems, he was sure she’d worked his preferences out by now but he needed to say something. After the disaster last night had been when she’d tried to get him to her bed. “We don’t have Tourney’s in the North.”
He watches her another moment. Lauryn is asleep in the nursery or he’d not have tried to broach this topic. “I’d never want you to carry this burden Tyna, but we do need to speak of it.”
