[ he may not know her, but she knows him. he was the one who had threatened stragglers in unseelie lands. and sansa believes she and gendry had been in genuine danger under that threat. waver, too, had spoken of one ganondorf.

she feels her throat constrict. the past few days -- as she'd wrestled with the necessity of announcing herself -- she's understood this gamble. that those who might indeed be enemies might respond. and then she would have to hold conversation with them as if it did not make her blood roar and her pulse tremble. ]

My lord. [ sweet. polite. that will never change, she promises herself. she will deal as sweetly with them as she always had with the lords and ladies of westeros. ] Mair and Cothromach share so little distance between them. It's only fitting you would want to speak of trade. [ her poise stays stiff. she barely flickers in the locket's frame. ] Perhaps some delegation ought to be decided upon.

[ would he rather the unseelie saralegui have my seat? trade is well and good, but she cannot trust this man. ]