“Yes It does seem that I haven’t slept much.” Tyrion’s tone dry as he leaned back a bit, raising his eyes to Sansa. He shakes his head slightly as he releases a small chuckle. “I apologize for my tone, my Lady.”
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Her skin is no longer fragile, a few words
will scarcely leave as livid a bruise as the flat of a
sword. She doesn’t flinch, but her azure eyes avert
themselves as though unwilling to be dragged into a
war of words.
“If we are to break our fast with the king
in the morrow, it would do us best to not be late.”