...Even if they left the Eyrie, she believed he still needed to learn certain things. If he was to claim his blood even in some tiny capacity, he would need to know words. Places. Maybe even histories. If his attitude towards food was any indication, she also suspected fee would require a steady hand to keep him from filling his lessons with the literary equivalent of sweets. She hat no doubt he would be like Arya: interested in all the wrong things.
But whose interests had turned out to be wrong in the end? Sansa frowned. All her fairy tales had failed her.
"I have my own things to pack," she announced, standing from her chair in one motion.
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But whose interests had turned out to be wrong in the end? Sansa frowned. All her fairy tales had failed her.
"I have my own things to pack," she announced, standing from her chair in one motion.