[Sansa's knees feel, of a sudden, boneless, as though she might not be able to hold herself upright all too long. She wonders, faintly, if it is more obvious in these strange pants than it would be in a proper skirt.]
[Until my son gets you with child.]
[Gods' grace, she doesn't know.]
[She keeps her voice steady, even if it sounds to her a little reedier than usual. She keeps her small and polite smile, her mask of courtesy.]
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[Sansa's knees feel, of a sudden, boneless, as though she might not be able to hold herself upright all too long. She wonders, faintly, if it is more obvious in these strange pants than it would be in a proper skirt.]
[Until my son gets you with child.]
[Gods' grace, she doesn't know.]
[She keeps her voice steady, even if it sounds to her a little reedier than usual. She keeps her small and polite smile, her mask of courtesy.]
My family are here, Your Grace. Did you not know?