Fill: Assurance (Petyr x Sansa)embossedsilverMarch 18 2012, 22:23:39 UTC
He thinks he still has power. The thought arrives clear and sudden when he comes to her that night, all courtly smiles and teasing words.
The crown he helped win her was laid on her head that morning, the fate of the North placed in her slim hands. And yet here he was, and he looked at her as if she was still a student, a plaything, a pawn.
He’s come to beg, though. That much was clear, even if his pride would never let that rise to the surface. Sansa had caught his eye before he bowed to her that morning, had seen the flicker of uncertainty there-a fleeting worry, something only she could catch
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The crown he helped win her was laid on her head that morning, the fate of the North placed in her slim hands. And yet here he was, and he looked at her as if she was still a student, a plaything, a pawn.
He’s come to beg, though. That much was clear, even if his pride would never let that rise to the surface. Sansa had caught his eye before he bowed to her that morning, had seen the flicker of uncertainty there-a fleeting worry, something only she could catch ( ... )
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