[Seeing her this young spun him back to his youth, that cynical green boy that went to the Wall, picturing the heroic order that he had grown up hearing of. All of it before the brutal reality of the world, the loss of their father, Robb and Ygritte. He could remember his resentment, not simply at his birth but his true born siblings too. Looking at Sansa, he could only feel shame at how he was. He never protected her, but maybe he could now. He could be the brother that he always should have been.

There was no real going back, but this was a second or third chance. No more bitterness, no more resentment on either side. They could band together and be a true pack.

He frowned, having assumed she knew of the prisoners. Oh God's, he'd have to keep Cersei from knowing Sansa was here.]

There are dungeons below. It's where they are sending the ones that were brought here by mistake or were some sort of disappointment. Don't ask me why, I don't know.