A slave's secret

"Maid!" Loras calls again, the frustration in his voice palpable. "Call the officer's wife in here. Immediately!"

"Yes, Your majesty."

"She did nothing to make you question her story?" Astrid asks again, but Alex shakes his head. His eyes are on the ground, ashamed of the situation he got himself into.

"If I wanted to get rid of a witness do you think I would have married her with an officer from the place?" Sansa shouts, exasperated at the situation. And for the first time since she knows her, can't say she blames her.

"Well, that can be said the other way around... Why did you let her to marry a palace officer when you wanted to get rid of the girls that played into the revolt scheme?" Loras turns to his older sister, but it doesn’t even sound like an accusation, rather, an amused question at this point.

Sansa lets out a huge sight and falls down on her chair.

"The girl was doomed because she did what I pushed her to do. When he came declaring how much he loves her I thought I can o