Chapter X
Sansa came out of the cabin. She looked both ways down the hall and closed the robe around her neck.
The morning was especially cold ... or was it that she longed for the heat of Sandor's body? ... She smiled ... Surely that was it. Her skin asked him to feel it again as soon as possible. She sighed, the smile on her lips.
She would ask Claire, her new maid, to prepare a hot bath for her as soon as she arrived.
She headed the way to her cabin, leaning against the walls to save the swing of the ship, without noticing the noise that the crew made returning to their chores. Lost in the memories of an unforgettable night, she did not know, that at that moment, a pair of eyes were following her.
When Sansa, exulting with happiness, closed the door of her room, those same eyes turned annoyed and annoyed to observe the place where she had come from.
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She had just dried her long red hair when Claire re-entered the room. He approached the small dressing table she was sitting on and gave her a note:
- Sir Yohn Royce has asked me to deliver this to you.
Without adding anything else, she discreetly left the cabin.
Sansa took the small envelope, of vast parchment, with the Rune Stone stamp, and opened it.
Sir Yohn, with exquisite education, asked her to go to his cabin.
Sansa left him on the narrow table, gathered her hair into a high bun and rose to meet who had been an expert and faithful ally, especially since Littlefinger's death. He had boarded the ship with Sansa and the son of Lisa Arryn, the lord of the Eagles' Nest. They would disembark in Gulltown, while Sansa and the entourage of Winterfell would do so in WhiteHarbor.
When Sansa arrived, a servant opened the door and let her in, then left the room, leaving them alone.
She found him with his hands clasped behind his back, watching the leaden morning sky through a small porthole.
- Is there a problem with Robert?-. She asked as soon as she entered, somewhat worried. The boy had been locked in his cabin with strong dizziness since the beginning of the trip.
- No, my lady, there is not. It is perfectly, within what fits ...- He said, sighing. Sansa interpreted it, as a sign of disgust at the weak character of a boy, the fruit of years of spoiled education, on the part of his unstable mother.
Sir Yohn lowered his head and began pacing the room.
- I want to tell you about something that worries me, and that has to do with you ...
Sansa smiled strangely.
- Tell me ...- she said, inviting him to tell her.
The Valley Knight swallowed hard and ducked his head away from Sansa's steady gaze.
- I have been involved in certain rumors that have left me deeply puzzled.
Sansa frowned. Out of sheer instinct, she became defensive. The rune stone lord's expression was no longer affable.
- What kind of rumors? .- she asked him.
Sir Yohn raised his head again and this time, he did fix his deep eyes on her.
- What is the nature of your relationship with Clegane? .-he snapped without further ado.
Sansa blanched. She did not expect the conversation to have to do with Sandor.
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