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This is ancient and I’m so sorry, but here we are
“I have learned that stories contain little truth regarding the nature of man, if any at all.” A sorrowful lesson to learn. “A Prince is not charming because he is a prince, a Queen is not as beautifully mannered as she may appear, Knights are not chivalrous by nature and a witch is not a hag because she is a witch..” she responds firmly, but neither unkindly or bitterly. In King’s Landing she was without friends, without protection or those loyal to her and while little had changed in that regard, she was not tormented in Dorne. They did not sneer at her name and while she trusted not one of them - she did not hate them either.
If she spoke carefully, she could speak without fear and Sansa was not terribly afraid of much, not even her own death.
She had heard rumors, stories that the princess consort held something otherworldly in her power and while Sansa held little regard for her own life, it was the death of others that weighed on her young shoulders. Death seemed to follow her, to find and strangle any happiness in her life till it remained as cold as her homeland.
“I ask, only because I have few other options. It seems that disaster follows me and I’ve heard” a pause, an intake of breath. “I’ve heard that you’ve helped people, that you could help me.”









