"I'm still scared of Qotho," Sansa says, half-smiling. She had been, at first, because who wouldn't be terrified of a Dothraki warrior? She'd seen far worse things from men less qualified than Qotho with sword and arakh. Still, Qotho wouldn't actually harm her for all the world so being "afraid" of him was more a joke than anything else. He was gentle and deferential as far as she was concerned.

"One day I'll mispronounce something and accidentally insult his mother," she says. "And then we'll have an incident. I've prepared for that by having some of my jewelry melted down so I can give him more bells for his hair. I don't need the silver and I think he'd wear it better."