"Tea from a place called the Reach, which you will not know of," Sansa says. "It is the part of Westeros that grows everything green for the rest of it. Where I come from, we mine and export lumber and leather. It is plain, however, and I usually put honey in it. It...is difficult to come from a place where things cannot grow. It makes us hardier as a result."

Sansa curls her hands around her cup and tries to decide how she can reach for his hand again without being obvious about it. This has never happened to her, really; in Westeros, she has only ever been married off. This is different and a bit frightening.

"I've grown so used to the cold that I fear I have become an ice maiden."