Two young maids walk in, smiling.
Sansa looks up, but doesn't take the knife from your throat.
"Ah, good, you arrived. Lock to door, girls, it's time for the interrogation to begin."
The girls lock the door as Sansa stands over you, one foot on your chest.
"Tell the truth," she warns you. "Or you'll be in terrible pain."
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