[ That’s all it takes. At the sound of his name, he grips her hand more firmly and lifts his gaze to meet hers as his expression hardens. His laughter, no matter how forced, is gone.
Jon had implied Sansa’s connection to Ramsay, but he was vague at best. He also said that Sansa didn’t know of Ramsay in this place. That, like so many other things, appears to have changed overnight. ]
What do you know of him?
[ His tone is oddly strained, as though he’s struggling to hold back his own anger and contempt, but he appears spooked. He knows what Ramsay is capable of, and those are things Sansa should never need to witness. ]
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Jon had implied Sansa’s connection to Ramsay, but he was vague at best. He also said that Sansa didn’t know of Ramsay in this place. That, like so many other things, appears to have changed overnight. ]
What do you know of him?
[ His tone is oddly strained, as though he’s struggling to hold back his own anger and contempt, but he appears spooked. He knows what Ramsay is capable of, and those are things Sansa should never need to witness. ]