A/N
Very fluffy version of what could happen next.
'My lord?' she called timidly.
He finally turned back, facing her. Sansa's throat got dry and her heart fluttered in her chest but she had to know.
'Why did you kiss me?' she asked, and then stood still, waiting anxiously for his reply.
But there came none. He towered over her, watching her with those angry eyes of his, and said nothing. She sagged a little and hung her head, having decided he would never answer.
'Because...' he rasped, his words barely distinguisheable. 'Because no Jonquil could be as pretty as you are. And because I, fool as I am, want to be your Florian.' He laughted bitterly, but her heart leapt.
She named Ser Dontos her Florian, and the old knight has promised to spirit her away from the city. But she waited and waited and this never happened. Maybe... maybe she placed her trust in the wrong person?
'Could...' she stopped, struggling for breath, trying not to think what would happen to her if this conversation ever gets to Joffrey's ears. 'Could you take me away from here? Could you bring me back to my family?'
He paused, then nodded.
'When?' she asked, not daring to hope. Mostly likely, he'll also say something about time not being right, the armies at the gates, the foes surrounding the city...
'Tomorrow. Today. Right now.' He shrugged. 'Whenever you want to go with me, little bird.'
She felt so lightheaded she had to grab his hand for support.
'Now.' she whispered.