[ little a good king would not do. but her correction sticks in her throat. sansa is not convinced that the mere word imparts perfect love for a people. she knows king joffrey did not love his subjects the way she would have loved them as queen -- wanted to love them. and be loved in turn. but now being the mere keeper of one city for one day has already overwhelmed her.

perhaps it is just as well she never managed to ascend so high. the fall would kill her if she did not learn to fly. ]

Then I take it you did not leave them by choice. [ a soft breath. she is fitting pieces together in the space between words. ] I've heard it said that those taken into the Unseelie court are not asked honestly for their participation in this war...?