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Sansa stiffens at his words and looks over at him, working to keep the fear out of her face. “No you don’t. If I had my way I’d be back in Winterfell, instead I’ve been wed. The least the Gods have done is allow me to keep my maidenhead.” She mutters. “Which Lord Tyrion has said I shall keep until such a time that I decide I otherwise.” 

“Friends are.” Sansa says simply, though she’s not sure how much she and Margarey can really be friends. Margaery is the queen, married to Joffery. Sansa is simply the Lady of a great house and she doesn’t believe that Margaery would completely keep all of her secrets. “Where are you from Lord Bronn?” She asks politely, turning back to her work.