"No. Rather, I suspect I'm early."

This time, she stood. Not out of deference, but so that she could welcome him -- as a lady of the house ought to welcome her guests. Sansa marvelled at the difference made by fresh clothing and a close trim, although she found she already missed the scruff of his chin. At one point, she thought that all gallant men ought to be cleanly shaven. But lately, she longed for the rougher aesthetic of the north.

Even so, Robert's bastard was handsome. More so when he smiles, she thought.