The princess had a strange gift for reading people's faces. The fact that she hadn't kicked me out meant that the mission wasn't the only reason I came here.
At the very least, it meant our bond wasn't a complete lie.
As she led the way, I was left alone with Oliver. Glancing at the masked man behind her, I couldn't help but think about the shift I'd seen in him.
"Hey… was that whole performance really necessary?"
Why did he play along with me up until now? I wanted to know the answer.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
He feigned ignorance.
"Aren't you the Grand Warden? You're supposed to be at the Emperor's side, watching his back…"
What's with your obsession with Sansa?
I didn't expect him to respond. But he did.
"I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be."
A cryptic answer.
Oliver walked beside Sansa and tossed one final warning over his shoulder.
"Be careful… Frey Starlight. Your punishment may not be over—it depends on what you do next."
