{ ”…if. Then she will be brought here. To be with you.“
The lord shifted from one boot to another, the warmth of the fire came and embraced him intently. The thickness of his robes still not enough to stave off the chills that came with life here in the Vale. “Is that…not preferable? You know why we are here.” To wait out the storm, to plan and practice and implement. The question came as the man turned enough to look upon the girl intently.
:: 〖 ❣ 〗――— ::
She is t̢ o͢ r ń for a moment. A
bolt of clarity that leaves her half
hoping Arya is not found, not by
them– not just yet. She does not
understand that flashflood of fear
nor does she voice it aloud.
Instead Sansa shakes it off by
virtue of a blink, a slow exhale and
the averting of her gaze. Fingers
intertwine as she looks away from
the parchment to the face of her
lord protector.
"Of course, my lord. That– I was
just. I wasn’t thinking. I haven’t seen
Arya in so l o n g– but we cannot be
sisters can we? I am Alayne and you
are my father.“