She wasn't a proper lady like yourself -- no, that much had always been evident. Even now, she could remember Arya bemoaning their needlework and their little lessons. She had always wanted to be out in the yard with their brothers. But in Sansa's heart and memory, her sister was still just a little girl. And so she was gripped by fear when told the bits and pieces of Arya and Gendry's journey.

"I saw Ser Gregor fight at tourney," Sansa said -- not bothering to hide the tremble in her voice when she imagined Arya taken captive by the Mountain. Though unburned, she considered him to be a worse grotesque than the Hound. At least the Hound had a protective streak. But even her fear paled in comparison to her realization that Gendry had marked himself as Robert's son.

"...You know who you are."