"Neither one of us agreed to an annulment, Sansa. Until we do, then not even the septons can separate us." He paused, then cleared his throat, "... In marriage. Not in, well, anything else."

For she was right - he would never touch her. Not without her permission, not without her consent.

The blood drained from his face at her words - the last thing in the world he ever wanted to happen to her - and it had. If he had just kept his damned temper, if he had not gone to kill his father ... he could have gone to her instead. Saved her from this.

He bowed his head, shaking his head slightly, "I am sorry you were ever in the position to be forced -- and I swear, by the vows we made ... if you want me to avenge you on all of them, I will. I owe you that much."