A slave awaits trial

"Guards!" Sansa shouts as Astrid sits frozen in front of her, reading over and over the letter in her hands.

"Your Grace... This letter is a lie!" Astrid finally comes into her senses only when the guards rip the piece of paper from her shaking hands and give it back to Sansa.

"Do you think I can't recognize my brother's writing? Or his signature?" She asks, puffing.

"It may be from him, but every word is a lie!" Astrid answers.

"Why would a rebellious prince caught in the middle of war write you, a mere slave a false love letter? Do you hear yourself?" Sansa turns her back to Astrid before she gets the chance to answer and signs the guard to take it away.

Unfortunately... the way to the dungeon goes straight through the common room. During lunch.

Astrid can hear the sound of spoons dropping from the girls' hands when she passes by, her eyes glued to the ground. They don't even whisper gossip anymore. They are so shocked, they just stare.

"Astrid?" Lanna shouts from above as she looks