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"How many times must I tell you that I will not hurt you, Sansa, I am not my nephew," Jaime sighed, looking at the shivering girl in front of him. She looked up then, suddenly as fierce as her mother.
"Your son, you mean," She retorted, staring into his eyes, her blue eyes shining brightly with a mixture of fear and indifference. Jaime shook his head.
"Do not talk of things you do not understand, girl," He snapped, turning away from her. He heard her move to redress herself.
"I understand more than you know, my lord," She replied. He turned to face her once more, and the only thing he saw was the pendant he had gifted her, lying on their bed.