[ The market is a place that draws her, no matter where she is. With little to do in terms of ruling and conquering, she requires other ways to keep occupied, and one just happens to be by rebuilding her wardrobe. (It's grating, but she keeps quiet.)
The greeting comes, smooth and pleasant, echoing above the crowds. With a glance over her shoulder, her brows lift at the sight of Ramsay carrying game--but perhaps what interests her far more is the hound by his side. The dog stares her down, and she can't help but wonder which is more dangerous: a direwolf, or any animal belonging to Ramsay.
It's a wonder how someone who speaks thusly can harbor such ill content for those around him. Has he changed, truly? By Sansa's words, no, and she trusts Sansa far more than she would her hope that a person could change. Nevertheless, she's received no word of him causing trouble, so she proffers a faint smile in greeting. ]
Well met, Lord Bolton. [ The fabric is set aside and she's turning to him, stepping closer. No hesitation. ] Seems you've had a successful hunt with your friend.
LE GASP!!!! look at that cute little face in his icon
The greeting comes, smooth and pleasant, echoing above the crowds. With a glance over her shoulder, her brows lift at the sight of Ramsay carrying game--but perhaps what interests her far more is the hound by his side. The dog stares her down, and she can't help but wonder which is more dangerous: a direwolf, or any animal belonging to Ramsay.
It's a wonder how someone who speaks thusly can harbor such ill content for those around him. Has he changed, truly? By Sansa's words, no, and she trusts Sansa far more than she would her hope that a person could change. Nevertheless, she's received no word of him causing trouble, so she proffers a faint smile in greeting. ]
Well met, Lord Bolton. [ The fabric is set aside and she's turning to him, stepping closer. No hesitation. ] Seems you've had a successful hunt with your friend.