[He had kept a careful eye on Sansa since arriving at the gala, having spotted her among the crowd. With her height and hair, it was difficult to miss her. Whatever concern he might have, he kept a respectful distance, not wishing to interfere with her fun or dictate who she should talk with. Even if Ramsay was walking around, he knew better than anyone that Sansa could take care of herself.
As the effects of the evening started to wear on him, the protective instinct disappeared, leaving instead a desire to enjoy himself and share that good mood with Sansa. So he managed to make his way through the crowd, finding her close to the dance floor. He had never been fond of dancing before, but he held out his hand for her now.]
I remember you told me I should always ask a girl to dance when we were young. I should probably make up for that failure now.
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As the effects of the evening started to wear on him, the protective instinct disappeared, leaving instead a desire to enjoy himself and share that good mood with Sansa. So he managed to make his way through the crowd, finding her close to the dance floor. He had never been fond of dancing before, but he held out his hand for her now.]
I remember you told me I should always ask a girl to dance when we were young. I should probably make up for that failure now.