'The fuck have you done to your hair, girl'
The growl came out of the dark, the sound half taking her mind off to another time, another dark bedroom with an eerie green glow and the smell of burning. Alayne couldn't place it but Sansa could and she shivered in the cool night air, her skin goose prickling.
Closing the door and hearing the latch click she steeled herself, pulling out the bastard brave courage hidden deep within Alayne, 'There are two guards just the other side of this door. If I scream they'll be in here in seconds.' Sansa was beyond relieved Alayne had been able to hide the fear she felt.
'We both know I'd kill them both with this pretty little knife your father gifted all his guests before they could cry for help.' He spat the word father, the sneer on his face masked by the dark yet Sansa knew it was there.
She gasped. It couldn't be...
'You're meant to be dead'
'Where have your courtesies gone bird? Is that any way to welcome the dead back to the land of the living? Now, you'll tell me what's going on here and you'll tell me now. I'll not abandon you twice.'