Sansa carefully pushes up the sleeves of her gown, shows the least of the bruises she has. "Here, my lord, he did this. And these," she says, showing her neck.
"He simply needs the claim on my lands. He's going to kill me before I can ever bear him a son. I'm afraid he might come here. That's why I pray to the gods...I prayed and you came."
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"He simply needs the claim on my lands. He's going to kill me before I can ever bear him a son. I'm afraid he might come here. That's why I pray to the gods...I prayed and you came."