“Exactly.” Sansa mutters. “I could be married to Walder Frey. Lord Tyrion is at least kind to me.”
“Aye, that he is. He may not be much of a looker but he’s from a well respected and great house.” Bronn eyed the girl carefully before he continued. “Won’t have to worry about raising babes anytime soon either. Seems the Gods are giving you some good in all this bad” He tried to be sympathetic towards her situation best he could before taking a small sip from his goblet. “You and Margaery Tyrell seem to be gettin along pretty well.”
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