[well, that's one way to do it. wanda could think him a traitor, but she is not from westeros or sandor's known world. her thoughts are her own and allegiances to her are not quite so cemented in stone.
instead, she can't help but laugh almost as soon as he's done giving her his reason. wanda hides her face amidst fixing a couple things on the table.
it is kinda funny.]
I wonder what kind of face he made.
[it isn't like she has any real respect for anyone that would call themselves royalty. who gave them that right, anyway?
rubbing her hands together to try and remove any grime from them, she turns to him.]
So, your life is your own now. Is that how it works?
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instead, she can't help but laugh almost as soon as he's done giving her his reason. wanda hides her face amidst fixing a couple things on the table.
it is kinda funny.]
I wonder what kind of face he made.
[it isn't like she has any real respect for anyone that would call themselves royalty. who gave them that right, anyway?
rubbing her hands together to try and remove any grime from them, she turns to him.]
So, your life is your own now. Is that how it works?