"He never did. What was it you'd said about bloody noses in Flea Bottom?"
Sansa kept her gaze averted. She might have feared most of the men in her life, but she had also grown a better sense of which men would protect her if they realized she needed protecting. It was a kind of manipulation in and of itself. It was survival.
"The knights, saying hello and goodbye. The man who would have been my Lord Husband had very friendly knights. They so often said hello." Bloodied noses. Busted lips. She would not dare go so far as to let Gendry in on the depth of emotional pain this fake-Joffrey had caused.
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Sansa kept her gaze averted. She might have feared most of the men in her life, but she had also grown a better sense of which men would protect her if they realized she needed protecting. It was a kind of manipulation in and of itself. It was survival.
"The knights, saying hello and goodbye. The man who would have been my Lord Husband had very friendly knights. They so often said hello." Bloodied noses. Busted lips. She would not dare go so far as to let Gendry in on the depth of emotional pain this fake-Joffrey had caused.