[ it's a girl close to her age, Sansa thinks — a girl with Lannister-light hair but her voice kinder, friendlier. this is not Westeros, she reminds herself once more, she doesn't have to be afraid.
(not fearing for her life is a novelty she isn't quite yet used to.) ]
Maybe... but they're wrong. [ she doesn't say it, but the implication is there — the life of the woman who sleeps in the pod is not precious at all to her.
a second passes, then two, until Sansa nods. ] Yes. Queen Cersei. I trusted her... once. [ another second and she forces her expression to turn lighter, warmer. ]
I'm sorry, I shouldn't burden you with this. What is your name? [ because as much as she would love to speak of all the horrors the queen has done... it is better not to. better to refrain, because the more she speaks, the more vulnerable she makes herself. ]
no subject
(not fearing for her life is a novelty she isn't quite yet used to.) ]
Maybe... but they're wrong. [ she doesn't say it, but the implication is there — the life of the woman who sleeps in the pod is not precious at all to her.
a second passes, then two, until Sansa nods. ] Yes. Queen Cersei. I trusted her... once. [ another second and she forces her expression to turn lighter, warmer. ]
I'm sorry, I shouldn't burden you with this. What is your name? [ because as much as she would love to speak of all the horrors the queen has done... it is better not to. better to refrain, because the more she speaks, the more vulnerable she makes herself. ]