[ some old romantic fancy stirs in the pit of her stomach. died for love of a mortal. she's certain the tale of it must be fascinating, but she can't bring herself to ask for it. not now. not after seeing so much death with her own eyes.
sansa doesn't value so destructive a love any longer. however: ] Very strange. I know a man who should be dead. I'm glad he isn't -- but that doesn't make it any less unsettling.
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sansa doesn't value so destructive a love any longer. however: ] Very strange. I know a man who should be dead. I'm glad he isn't -- but that doesn't make it any less unsettling.