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[vazyol]

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[vazyol]

[ curiosity and impatience tug at her. this is all too coy. she wants the entire story now. ]

Then who are you?

[ my enemy? ]

[steeledskin]

Sansa. Of House Stark.

[ each letter is a miniature confession in and of itself. but it's still a lie -- for after all, she still insists on omitting her husband's name. ]

[vazyol]

[ sansa's actions take shape in her mind, particularly with regards to arya and ned.

the daughter of a traitor, a murderer — dany holds little pity for eddard stark, but perhaps she can muster some for sansa. a girl would not know better, as she did not so long ago.

after a significant pause. ]

I see. Was this charade only for my sake?

[ could someone fear her alone so much? ]

[steeledskin]

No. Not at all. [ indeed, she'd given the false name well before daenerys had given her honest one. ] It's a charade I kept long before we both found ourselves in this court. I want to trick the lions -- and tricking a dragon was never the reason for it all.

[ but the lie remained convenient to her so long as she'd been fatherless in this court. but now...now she could serve her father better by being sansa. ]

[vazyol]

[ The lions, a common enemy. ]

Then you and I have both hidden from lions in our time. How strong you must be, to have survived them.

[ and stags. ]

[steeledskin]

My advantage is less in strength and more in luck.

[ and in petyr baelish. ] Please, do not call me what I am not. I am to be honest now.