{ The Lord rose then.
Feeling as if it would not be enough to sit, but a hand moved and touched her shoulder. Thumb creasing over the elegant curve he found there, “Enough trust to send men after to see if such whispers are true.“ Lingering there far longer then he intended, he scoffed himself pulling away and going about her. Moving towards the roaring fire that occupied in the far side of his solar. He did not wish a repeat performance of her witnessing his rather— affinity towards her.
”The snow is thick and the roads are harsh— we shall see.”
:: 〖 ❣ 〗――— ::
He is Petyr now, who has only
love for her family and she trusts
him, if not b e l i e v e s in his good
intentions even if the road to hell is
paved with it. So she doesn’t flinch,
still staring at the piece of parchment
as though it will reveal the TRUTH if
she stared long enough.
Blue eyes, so vulnerable, so full
of damnable hope flicker towards him.
He is in the shadows, a golden yellow
highlighting only a part of his features,
shrouding the other in ∂αякηєѕѕ.
”If it is truly Arya–“ Sansa finds
herself unable to finish her question.
If it is truly Arya, what will you do?