The truth. A version of it, at least. I got you out of King's Landing and to the safety of the Vale.
[ Petyr frowns briefly. A moment of rare regret -- lamenting his decision to marry her off to Ramsay. The ends justified the means in that Sansa did win back Winterfell. But at what cost? A ruined trust. A sexual experience that would forever haunt all of her future experiences. And the complete destruction of any innocence she had left.
He takes a sip of his drink to wet his pallet before speaking again. ]
There's no reason for them to know more than that. Unless your half brother speaks the words. In which case, there's little we can do.
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[ Petyr frowns briefly. A moment of rare regret -- lamenting his decision to marry her off to Ramsay. The ends justified the means in that Sansa did win back Winterfell. But at what cost? A ruined trust. A sexual experience that would forever haunt all of her future experiences. And the complete destruction of any innocence she had left.
He takes a sip of his drink to wet his pallet before speaking again. ]
There's no reason for them to know more than that. Unless your half brother speaks the words. In which case, there's little we can do.