In which Sansa continues to worry for her safety, but also gets to enjoy some smutty time!
She was furious and decided she had enough of that bullshit. This was the time for answers, and she was going to get them either way. The possible consequences did not matter in the slightest.
Roose didn't answer for a moment, and Sansa could feel her anger and disappointment only growing in intensity. Before she could continue talking, though, she found herself pinned to the bed, Roose looming over her, holding her in place by her wrists.
She tried to get away from him, but his grip was too tight, and so she could only stubbornly return his gaze, waiting for his move. There was no grain of fear in her, only pure fury.
“What do you want me to say? That it's not true and I'll have him killed right away?" Yes almost left her lips, but she tightened them in a thin line and refused to cooperate. "I won't say it, because you’re right." Despite herself, she felt a burning iron being pushed through her heart, and she had to struggle some more against his grip to focus on something else rather than the pain she experienced inside her. "And we both know you would do the same, were you in my place."
