Tenth House of Westeros ♛ Dictated

[songsandstories]

[Out in the city, Sansa's been both trying to see what jobs are about. As well as houses. It's something she did once before with Robb.]

I'm looking for lodging out in the town. I thought I should try here first. I care not for the castle nor do I trust it. I'd like there to be enough room for a few people. A hearth isn't needed, since I am told your winters here do not last like ours back home.

[Filtered to Arya and Cat]

You're welcome to come if you wish. I just can't stay here any longer.

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Arya;

[songsandstories]

Theon. Who our father took in and treated him as he did Robb and Jon. [It leaves a nasty taste in her mouth.]

He killed them.

Sansa;

[persequor]

[ She stares at the journal unseeing for a long second. Then she's shouting. ]

They are not dead!

Arya;

[songsandstories]

He hung their bodies out.

Sansa;

[persequor]

[ Her brothers. Rickon who was still little and Bran who she never saw awake again. All her trueborn brothers. There's only Jon at the Wall now—and Sansa.

She's silent. No screams, no shouts, no furious throwing of a journal. Just silence. ]