Petyr had even less flattering things to say about Stannis. All Sansa knew was the terror he inspired in King's Landing during the Blackwater.
"For now." The two words almost sounded like a threat against the other Baratheon, but Sansa only spoke them because she knew Gendry was right. The obstacles were insurmountable, and she could only drum up platitudes. "Even without the crown, something could be yours. You may not have birthright, but you have blood. It's been done before; Ramsay Snow holds Winterfell and he..."
She trailed off. What, exactly, was she offering him? Petyr had always said that she was the key to the North. That the Arya sent to Winterfell wasn't Arya at all, and that it was her marriage which would clinch the title of Warden of the North. Currently, that pleasure went to an absentee imp. But with patience and luck, Tyrion Lannister might find himself dead at his sister's hand. And she would be free to...
To what? Hand Winterfell over to Robert's bastard? It would be action, albeit one with little forethought.
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"For now." The two words almost sounded like a threat against the other Baratheon, but Sansa only spoke them because she knew Gendry was right. The obstacles were insurmountable, and she could only drum up platitudes. "Even without the crown, something could be yours. You may not have birthright, but you have blood. It's been done before; Ramsay Snow holds Winterfell and he..."
She trailed off. What, exactly, was she offering him? Petyr had always said that she was the key to the North. That the Arya sent to Winterfell wasn't Arya at all, and that it was her marriage which would clinch the title of Warden of the North. Currently, that pleasure went to an absentee imp. But with patience and luck, Tyrion Lannister might find himself dead at his sister's hand. And she would be free to...
To what? Hand Winterfell over to Robert's bastard? It would be action, albeit one with little forethought.