"Perhaps someday if I drink too much mead you might get it to slip from my mouth but it won't be today, Sandor," Sansa says, laughing softly. "I am a lady and a queen. Such things shouldn't be said by someone such as me."
Cunt. She's been well-familiar with the word for years, considering Sandor had been her shadow in the Red Keep when she was young. Later when she'd heard it used it had been in reference to her or parts of her but when he used it, it was never about her. It's always just a thing to say for him, something as simple as "good morning," and he calls most people by it without thinking. But never her.
"You've never called me that, you know. It was always Little Bird," Sansa says. "Would it surprise you to know men have called me that now? That word of yours I won't use?"
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Cunt. She's been well-familiar with the word for years, considering Sandor had been her shadow in the Red Keep when she was young. Later when she'd heard it used it had been in reference to her or parts of her but when he used it, it was never about her. It's always just a thing to say for him, something as simple as "good morning," and he calls most people by it without thinking. But never her.
"You've never called me that, you know. It was always Little Bird," Sansa says. "Would it surprise you to know men have called me that now? That word of yours I won't use?"