Tell him she died; put Sansa Stark into the dirt until you need her again. But for all the sharp self-loathing trapped in her rib-cage, she couldn't bring the proverbial sword down on her own neck. She touched it, now. Her fingertips were cold on her collarbone.

"I...I can't be certain. My father and I left King's Landing shortly after King Joffrey's death. I never learned what happened to her. I suppose it makes a poor tale for her sister."