( His words aren't the ones they'd use in Westeros but the tone of them and the way he's looking at her is not lost on her; men are men no matter where they're from. Jared, at least, hasn't done anything untoward and Sansa isn't inclined to distrust him at the moment. He's only admired what she looks like - he hasn't forced himself on her. )

I should probably confess something while we're here alone. I gave a false name at first because I thought I'd been kidnapped because of who I was. I'm Queen Sansa Stark, not Sharra Snow. I've come to the conclusion that whoever is holding us here doesn't seem to care that I'm Queen in the North.