Raising his head, he looked up at the long horns emerging from behind.
Sansa had appeared from the shadows as she always did, catching Frey's exhausted body and laying him gently on the bed, his head resting on her lap.
"You look wrecked. Am I really looking at the same man who just defeated the Ultras on his own?"
As she gently brushed his hair, Sansa mocked the broken state Frey was in. Right now, even the weakest Ultras could've beaten him.
In response, Frey wore that same smile...
The same smile he had shown the Imperial soldiers earlier.
"Not bad, right?"
Staring at him, Sansa couldn't pretend to be strong anymore...
His face, his eyes, his expression .. even the way he spoke, the aura he gave off...
He seemed more mature. Stronger. Different.
This transformation made it difficult for her to tease him the way she used to. The longer she looked at him, the faster her heart began to race.
With a slow nod, she replied softly,
