Her phone was ringing and she paused, pulling it out of her pocket and staring at the number in confusion. Finally, it stopped ringing and she was reached for her jacket again when it pinged. Looking at the text, she let her hand drop.

It me, call me back ASAP, have to talk xo Margaery

Debating for a moment, Sansa stepped back into the living room as the phone dialed. It started to ring and instantly, Margaery's voice greeted her. "Hello! I thought you might have been avoiding me." She said playfully. "How are you?"

"I'm good. And sorry about not picking up, I was, uh, busy." She closed her eyes, shaking her head ruefully at how lame her excuse sounded.

"I see. Well, I wanted to be the first to tell you. You haven't seen it yet have?"

"Seen what?" She was confused, what was she talking about?

"Oh, good!" Margaery sounded relieved. "I was so afraid that you'd already know and I really wanted to be the one to tell you!"

"Tell me what?"

"Joffrey asked me to marry him; we're engaged!"

Stunned silence followed and she could almost hear Margaery waiting for a response as she scrambled to think of an appropriate response. "Congratulations." She said weakly before her tone changed."I'm sorry, I'm truly happy for you Margaery but..." she hesitated for a moment, "is this what you want? Are you going to be happy with him?"

Margaery surprised her by laughing heartily. "My dear Sansa, you are too sweet. I'm not marrying Joff because he makes me happy, you know why I'm marrying him - for my family. I'm just sorry that you-"

"Margaery, don't. You apologized once before and I told you then it wasn't necessary, just as it's still not necessary. Joffrey and I..." she thought for a moment, "we were a mistake. I was charmed by him, nothing more than that. My heart has always belonged to someone else. All I wish is for you to be confident in your decision to marry him and if you are, than I'm more than happy for you. "

"Thank you." She could hear the warmth in her voice. "You'll come to the wedding, won't you?"

"I'm not sure that would be wise, not with Cersei. I want your wedding to go off without a hitch."

"Don't you have a date you could bring? I'd really like if you were there."

"I'll think about it." She promised, smiling as she thought about the possibility of someone special escorting her.

"I'll talk to you when you get back."

"Oh, I'm not!" Sansa said quickly, snapping out of her daydream. "I'm not coming back to King's Landing, I'm going to stay here with my sister." With Sandor.

"I'm glad to hear that, as much as I'm going to miss you, I know how much you missed her." A commotion sounded behind her and Margaery sighed. "I've got to go, call me soon?"

"Yeah." Sansa clicked off the phone, a soft smile on her lips as she turned towards the kitchen.

Sandor stood there, gazing at her in silence, an unreadable look in his eyes. "So you're staying then?"

"Yes." Her voice sounded so quiet and he just nodded, turning away.

"Do you have a moment? I wanted to talk to you about something." Her grip on the phone tightened as he nodded again, leaning against the wall to look at her.

His face was blank but she could see a faint trace of curiosity in his eyes. She wished that his expressions were more readable, like Arya's or Jon's. Then she'd at least know what she was dealing with, what he was thinking.

All right, get on with it. She sat on the couch, flipping the phone around in her hand a few times before setting it down beside her. Clasping her hands together, she looked at him.

"I'm sorry about last night. I was rather cold - no," she amended, "I was cold and rude to you and I regret that."

"It's alright. We all know how much you're suffering right now with Joffrey."

She stared at him in confusion, her forehead wrinkling. "This has nothing to do with Joffrey. This is about you. I felt that I hurt you last night by the way I spoke." He watched her silently, confusion briefly flickered across his face before the blankness settled back in.

"Am I wrong?" She asked quietly, clenching her hands tighter as she studied his face, waiting, wanting a sign of emotion. He thought for a moment before responding. "No, you're not wrong, little bird. But I learned long ago not to take your cold words to heart. They hurt me once before but not now."

Arya said he appreciated truthful words but Sansa didn't expect them to hurt so much, her heart wrenching as he spoke. Swallowing, she nodded, standing quickly, unable to meet his eyes. "I see." was all she could manage to choke out before escaping the room.

Sandor closed his eyes, letting his head fall back against the wall as anger welled inside. He'd gone too far, been too rough with her. Arya had once told him to soften his words and he'd ignored her, especially now, when it mattered the most. He knew, deep in his soul, he knew that Sansa was speaking with kindness but in his desperation for her to stop transferring her worries about Joffrey's upcoming wedding onto him, he'd made a fatal mistake and wounded her. If she wasn't crying before, she surely is now.