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( Going into heat is not something Sansa had planned for and, honestly, she'd not wanted this to happen until the North was safe, Cersei was gone and she had the time to barricade herself inside the lord's chambers of Winterfell and not be disturbed until she emerged from it. She has no such luxury now, though, as she must deal with the problem of Jaime Lannister showing up at Winterfell's gates declaring he'll fight for them but with no Lannister army in tow.
Daenerys begins with how he'd slayed her father, how the Lannisters had killed her family. Sansa can understand that anger, she can, but the delicious scent rolling off the kingslayer just now is clouding her judgement. He gives no excuses for what he's done and says he did them for his family and would do so again. Brienne speaks for him, says that they both have vowed to protect House Stark and Sansa and Arya in particular, on the word of her lady mother. It's enough for Sansa - she trusts Brienne implicitly and Jaime's scent makes her feel safe, somehow. He smells of clean hay, of leather and something that reminds her of sunlight, as useless as that is to describe a scent.
She abruptly gets up and leaves once the trial is adjourned and starts heading toward her chambers, only to turn and realize she's been followed. Oh. It's Ser Jaime. )
Forgive me, I'm not feeling very well. Was there something else you wanted to say? You could escort me back to my chambers if you wanted to talk.
Daenerys begins with how he'd slayed her father, how the Lannisters had killed her family. Sansa can understand that anger, she can, but the delicious scent rolling off the kingslayer just now is clouding her judgement. He gives no excuses for what he's done and says he did them for his family and would do so again. Brienne speaks for him, says that they both have vowed to protect House Stark and Sansa and Arya in particular, on the word of her lady mother. It's enough for Sansa - she trusts Brienne implicitly and Jaime's scent makes her feel safe, somehow. He smells of clean hay, of leather and something that reminds her of sunlight, as useless as that is to describe a scent.
She abruptly gets up and leaves once the trial is adjourned and starts heading toward her chambers, only to turn and realize she's been followed. Oh. It's Ser Jaime. )
Forgive me, I'm not feeling very well. Was there something else you wanted to say? You could escort me back to my chambers if you wanted to talk.
