"Go."

She lifted a dark-coloured cloth to her mouth and tried to bury her disappointment. Sansa had said too much too soon, and she had lost him. Perhaps this was why she was meant to remain a piece in the game of thrones, and never be a player.

"Mennow will see you to your rooms." She summoned the servant who had been outside the entire time. Listening, no doubt, so he could report to Petyr. She did not care. Better to be brazen under his nose than try to be stealthy.