Conversely, Sansa was one to stand still. There may have been a number of curious items she longer to touch: tongs and bars and counters. But she kept her distance from them all. She maintained her own few cubic feet of space.

She scrambled to blend honesty and dishonesty, trying to wrap the small truths up in big lies: "We came here from King's Landing. You know that. What you don't know, perhaps, is how my father..." Saved me. "He withdrew me from a bad betrothal. A poor business decision, on his part."

But she was still just a bastard daughter, wasn't she? "H-he was the son of a minor lord. The match was meant to...advance me. My sons and daughters would hold titles. But -- he wasn't very kind."