’ i’ve an extra cup of wine to spare, and, for once, i think
that i shan’t be able to drink it. if you’d be partial to a warm belly, you may have it. ‘’ —- worry not, it is not poisoned and i shall take a drink
myself if you don’t believe that. i am not my sister.’
:: 〖 ❣ 〗――— ::
"It would be a tragedy for you to
poison me before an heir is produced,
my lord.“ There is something macabre
about discussing it but her tone is sweet
and only a too-mature ruefulness exists
in the rings of blue of her eyes.
Sansa takes the cup from him, a
small nod of thanks before she sips it slowly,
none too taken by its sour taste but
appreciating the warmth it brings anyway.
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