"Sansa ... Sansa, look at me. Look at me." He squeezed her hand, knowing that she was on the edge of tears but she would not weep. She would tear herself up on the inside first, and he knew all too well how deep those wounds would go.

"You are my lady wife - and as far as I am concerned - you are still the Maiden in my eyes. He may have touched your body but he did not touch you - your spirit, your warmth, and your courage, which have held me in awe ... for ages."

He brought her hand to his lips once more, kissing it gently, his voice tight. "I would be ... proud to be the father of your children. Proud to have you as Lady Lannister and humbled, if you chose to stay married to me. By choice, and not by ... necessity. Never think otherwise."