Why are you so hateful to me? I want this and I want to be free, with you, and you're treating me as if it will be the worst thing you've ever done to be married to me. I don't want to doom our marriage before it begins.

( Sansa, to her credit, does not cry but it's a very near thing. She exhales sharply and turns on her heel. )

Be gentle with me tonight and I'm certain I won't be afraid of you in the bed. You could teach me things I might like. Now, if my lord will excuse me, I have to find a dress to wear.