“You’re still trying to protect me. Real or not real,” he whispers. “Real,” I answer. “Because that’s what you and I do, protect each other.”
One day she came back grinning her horsey grin, her hair all tangled and her clothes covered in mud, clutching a raggedy bunch of purple and green flowers for father. Sansa kept hoping he would tell Arya to behave herself and act like the highborn lady she was supposed to be, but he never did, he only hugged her and thanked her for the flowers.
This weekend’s been so great in football for me. United won yesterday and today City lost against Wigan.