the lannister is unsure if the edge of her words contains a bite of steel;
either way, he does not let it surface if these are his suspicions. she is
a girl and he is a patient man, unlike his kin.he allows the glass to part from his hands and regards her
with a careful gaze, hands finding the gap of his lap.’ i would not poison you, m’lady. ‘
if anything, it’d be out of respect.
’ may i ask, did joffrey ever ask you to partake in spirits? ‘
:: 〖 ❣ 〗――— ::
To the wolf in sheep clothing
hiding amongst lions who think
they are wolves: they will sweeten
you with words and treats and watch
while you choke on your courtesies.
go slowly.
“A blessing, my lord.” Her words
are softened by the smile on her lips,
a coy dip of her head as she swirls the
red liquid in her cup. Sansa licks her
lips and thinks of the Kingsroad, so
long ago, a veritable lifetime.
“Once on our way to Kings Landing.
May I ask why it interests you, my lord?”
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