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Jon caught the fleeting side-eye she sent his way. “Careful, Lady Sansa,” he lowered his voice so only she could hear. “I know that look.” “What are you plotting now?”

Annoying? Coming from you, I’ll take that as high praise. Though I suppose you could call me worse.

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Was that aimed at me too? Hard to tell. I’ve been called worse...

Jon steps into the room, distracted by the news he’s just received. “Lady Sansa, I—” He stops. His eyes catch her reflection in the mirror, fingers resting against the scar. Realizing he’s intruded on a private moment. “...Sorry.” He's adding, “I can come back.”

Aye. I heard you. Though I suppose I ought to say something more fitting, seeing as you’re the Mother of Dragons. Never been much good at that sort of thing.

Since when do you speak like an old maester?

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[Jon grit his teeth, giving Stannis a deeply reluctant nod.] No. That was, regrettably, rather good judgment. Why do I feel you’ll be holding that over me for the rest of my days?

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