Sansa presses her hand against her cheek for a moment before drawing herself upward, cool ice and winter steel. A lady did not stoop to such pettiness and she was a lady no matter what had happened.

"How would you know? Your family died for you and if you went willingly, you were a fool who let your heart kill everyone you loved. I did everything to get Winterfell back. I sold myself to a torturer and a rapist to make Winterfell the home of House Stark again. You ran away with a dragon."