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to do penance is to bewail the evil we have done, and to do no evil to bewail.
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PRAYER WAS THE ONLY THING that brought peace to Sansa. To think that the Seven Gods felt her remorse for what she had done to Hermione helped her sleep at night. The child had been born healthy and beautiful had she not. Clare Stark, the Princess in the North. So much relief had washed over Sansa when she had received words of Hermione's successful labour.
Maybe the potion Petyr had given her was just a bluff, Sansa thought while on her knees and whispering the last of her prayers.
The cliffside was the only place she could find silence and peace. With the slapping of waves against rocks and no other person around to disturb her, other than the company of the two guards which followed her with her every step. "What are you praying for?" Sansa looked up to see Aeron Lannister looking down at her; his companion guard having disappeared leaving just them.
"I can't tell you," Sansa sighed.
How could she put into words that she poisoned a pregnant woman because she believed she was carrying a bastard child. The words couldn't even come out while she was around Hermione, how could she tell Aeron.
"Let me guess," he smirked taking a step closer to her. "Your family's health and happiness? For the war to end? A short winter? Am I close?"
Sansa shook her head. "Not even."
The corner of Aeron's lips curled upward as his eyes settled on Sansa's face. There were times when the Stark girl felt he was the only one in the world who saw her, truly saw her for who she was.
"You know I wanted to you that I'm glad that your here." Sansa's eyebrows rose. "I'm mean—I'm not happy about everything that's happened to you, or the things Joffrey put you through. I am that he let you out of that engagement... erm... I guess what I'm trying to say is that—that I'm..."
Aeron and Sansa stood facing each other and for the first time, she found him lost for words.
There were many times when Sansa thought she had Aeron all figure out, then like whiplash, he turned cold and was nonrespondent. Still, she liked to watch him, the way his nose rose upwards every time a bit of breeze ran past him, or how he ran his fingers through his blonde hair when it was too hot. Aeron both intrigued her and repelled her, though Sansa was yet to know if it was because of who he was, or who his family was.
