Ilya Rozanov: Pike! I came as soon as I heard. Is it true you’re terribly ill?
Hayden Pike: You sound so hopeful.
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Ilya Rozanov: Pike! I came as soon as I heard. Is it true you’re terribly ill?
Hayden Pike: You sound so hopeful.
Regulus, running into hospital wing: I came as soon as I heard! Is it true Sirius is terribly ill? James: Why do you sound so hopeful?
Daemon, running into the room: I came as soon as I heard! Is it true Otto is terribly ill?
Otto: You sound so hopeful.
To the other maidens he had given white roses, but the one he plucked for her was red. “Sweet lady,” he said, “no victory is half so beautiful as you.”
The last tourney had been different, Sansa reflected. King Robert had staged it in her father's honor. High lords and fabled champions had come from all over the realm to compete, and the whole city had turned out to watch. She remembered the splendor of it : the field of pavilions along the river with a knight's shield hung before each door, the long rows of silken pennants waving in the wind, the gleam of sunlight on bright steel and gilded spurs. The days had rung to the sounds of trumpets and pounding hooves, and the nights had been full of feasts and song. Those had been the most magical days of her life, but they seemed a memory from another age now. Robert Baratheon was dead, and her father as well, beheaded for a traitor on the steps of the Great Sept of Baelor. Now there were three kings in the land, and war raged beyond the Trident while the city filled with desperate men. Small wonder that they had to hold Joff's tournament behind the thick stone walls of the Red Keep
“I hope you joust better than you talk.”
For a moment he looked shocked. But as the song was ending, he burst into a laugh. “No one told me you were clever.”
He has good teeth, she thought, straight and white. And when he smiles, he has the nicest dimples. She ran one finger down his cheek. “Should we ever wed, you'll have to send Saffron back to her father. I'll be all the spice you'll want.”
He grinned. “I will hold you to that promise, my lady. Until that day, may I wear your favor in the tourney ?”
“You may not. It is promised to... another.” She was not sure who as yet, but she knew she would find someone
Sansa Month 2023 : day thirteen — tourneys
Saracen: To see you smile is to feel the sun.
Aurora: Do you flirt with everyone?
Saracen: Absolutely everyone.
Nikolai: To see you smile is to feel the sun.
Alina: Do you flirt with everyone?
Nikolai: Absolutely everyone.
Bruce: I miss the boy you were.
Jason: Many will.
Jason: He was easier to kill.
SkekSil, running into skekSo's chambers: Emperor, Chamberlain came as soon as news was spread! Is it true Emperor is terribly ill?
SkekSo: Why do you sound so hopeful?