I Don't Own Game of Thrones, the Song of Ice and Fire or any of their Characters

Daenerys

Daenerys whistled loudly when she noticed the shiny car sitting in the driveway as the Uber pulled up to her house. "I wonder who's car that is." It had to be one of Viserys' friends. The buffoon couldn't afford it himself. No way.

The car came to a stop right next to the Jaguar. She and the driver got out to retrieve her items from the boot. She helped her carry them to the porch before waving goodbye and driving off.

She'd barely made it through the threshold before her phone started ringing. Dropping her bags on the floor, she pulled it out of her pocket, bracing for who the caller was. It must have been Jorah. Who else would it be at that moment?

She pressed 'answer' and put the phone to her ear, "Hello?"

"Good day, may I speak with Daenerys Targaryen?" A female voice said on the line.

"Speaking. Who's calling?" She asked.

"Good day, ma'am. My name is Vanessa Daniels, with Lloyds Banking Group." The woman told her. "I'm calling to speak to you about some concerns regarding your checking account."

"Concerns?" Daenerys thought out loud. What could be wrong with her account? "Such as?"

"Well," there were sounds of typing on a keyboard. "It's overdrawn by over £3,000."

Daenerys nearly walked into the wall. "What? How is that possible? I just checked my account last week and it had at least a little over £4,000 in it."

"Well, the purchase you made exceeded that amount. And then there are overdraft fees for that." The woman told her.

Daenerys paused. "I didn't make any purchases."

"You did." The woman insisted. "At the Auto LED Shop. You wrote a check for £7,270."

"I did no such thing!" How could this happen? Why was it happening? "I never went to...wait a minute." Daenerys looked out the window to look at the car again. No way. "Bugger!"

"Excuse me?" The woman on the line asked, clearly insulted.

"Not you." Daenerys sighed. "Thank you for your call, Ms. Daniels."

Before she could hang up, the woman asked, "Do you know when you will be able to put funds into the account?"

"Not at this moment, no. Good day." She hung up. Then let it out. "Viserys!"

She heard his footfalls before she saw him as she angrily opened a different app on the phone. He came down the stairs and when he saw her, he looked terrified. "Dany! What...what are you doing home? You're not supposed to be back yet! You're supposed to be with Jorah Mormont for another week! What if he goes to the police?"

"It's nice to see you too, brother." She muttered with rage as she threw off her jacket. "You have some explaining to do."

"Me?" He had the audacity to be surprised. "I haven't broken my word! You're the one who's supposed to live with Mormont! You've ruined the bargain!"

Yes, yes, yes everything is my fault. She thought bitterly. Because I was the bargaining chip, that means it's my duty to see it through. The coward. "Don't worry about him. He waived the debt."

"He did?" His gaze lit up with glee. "The debt has been forgiven?"

She waved her hand. "Yes yes, we came to an understanding. Nevermind that! Explain this!" She held up her phone, showing him her banking app. "My account is overdrawn!"

"What's that to do with me?" He asked quickly. "I wouldn't know anything about your bank account."

"Oh no?" He was lying. She knew it. He avoided her eyes, looking around the room. A sign of extreme anxiousness he'd had since they were children. "I just got off the phone with a bank teller, explaining to me that a check had been cashed in my name. A check that was written for more than what I had in the account. Now, I haven't written a check in over a year. And there's only one place I keep my check. In my room. In my desk drawer. I've haven't taken it out since." She drummed her fingers against the end table by the stairs. "I'm waiting."

He was trapped in a corner and he knew it. Because in a manner of seconds, he burst out, "I needed the money!"

She gaped at him. "For what? An organ transplant? You withdrew over £7,000! My account is overdrawn and I've been charged overdraft fees!" Then she remembered seeing the jaguar in the driveway. "Was it for that car parked outside? Was that it?"

"I needed it for work!"

"You don't have a job!"

"With the car, I can get one." He insisted. "This way I can drive into town."

"Take the fucking bus!" She pointed out. "I had to take it since I first started working."

He looked as if she had kicked him in the groin. Which was becoming a very likely scenario if he didn't think of a way to fix this and fast. "I'll pay it back!" He promised.

"Oh really?" She crossed her arms. Her patience wearing thin. "There's also the bills to worry about. How do you plan to pay those? You've blown my savings. All I have left is my credit card now. Which I haven't used in over three years."

"Well," Suddenly his new shoes had become very interesting. "It hasn't been exactly, three years."

"Yes, it has." She reminded him. "The last time I used one was when I lost my job at the shop and needed to pay the bills for that month. It took me four months to pay it off after I got a new job. But I never touched it again after that."

He looked everywhere but at her. He was also starting to sweat. A bad sign. "I...ah...may have taken it upon myself to make some purchases using the card."

Daenerys swore the ground shifted beneath her feet. Or was that the lightheadedness she was beginning to feel at the intensity of her brother swords? "Are you telling me you used my credit card to buy merchandise?"

He scratched the back of his neck. A habit he'd started young if he was ever caught doing something he shouldn't. "Only a few things. Wait!" She'd shoved passed him and made a dash for the stairs. He followed close on her heels. "Dany, wait! Let me explain before you overreact!"

"Overreact?" She repeated, dripping with sarcasm. "Now, why would I do that?"

She made a b-line for his door and he all but threw himself against it. "Just give me a minute. You've had a long day."

That made her mouth gape open in amazement. "Oh, now you think I've had a long day? Funny, I've had a long day every day since I became of age. What's another one?" She reached for the handle and he quickly covered it with his hand. "Are you going to move or will I have to move you?" He weighed in her words, probably wondering whether or not if she was serious. Clearly, he didn't want to find out.

Finally, he let go.

She opened the door with a little more than she would admit was necessary. But when she first saw what was in his room, she couldn't see what was causing him such panic. Nothing seemed to be out of place. He didn't have any of her things. It was cluttered but that was all.

Then she saw it. Or them.

On his desk was a new computer. Brand new. It was a gaming Alienware desktop. His television was no longer the small Onida Igo but a fifty-inch flat screened Samsung standing against the wall. She'd only ever seen those in the shops. She noticed the obscene amount of Jordan trainers in different colors. At least four gaming platforms were stacked on top of each other in front of the new television. Add those to the other outrages items that she spotted in her vision little by little.

Where did all of this come from? She thought while staring at everything in awe. How could her useless wimp of a brother afford all of this?

She turned to him, noting the look of discomfort on his face. "Where did you get all of this stuff?"

"Online." He answered a little too quickly.

She raised her brow, "Fine. How did you get all of this stuff?"

"Erhm, over here!" He quickly made it to the bed and picked up a laptop she hadn't noticed before. It wasn't the old Dell that he had before either. "I shop on Amazon, and—"

She slammed her hand down on the desk hard, causing him to nearly fall off the bed in shock. "How did you pay for it!?"

Still shaken from her outburst, his answer came out in a quiet whisper, "With your credit card."

She sucked in a loud breath through her nose. "You mean to tell me that you bought a bunch of useless junk with my credit card that I kept for safekeeping in case of emergencies? These are the 'purchases' you've made?"

"Not exactly." He gulped. "I used more than one."

She couldn't help but groan. "Great, the last thing you need is a credit card. Well, I'm not paying the bill when it comes in at the end of the month. I'm not getting shite credit when you are the one who wasted your credit card."

"Cards," He corrected, "And...they weren't mine."

She went stiff. "Who's were they then?" She was met with more silence. "Viserys!"

Her older brother flinched at her tone. She could tell that he knew he was cornered. "They were yours."

She let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. "Mine?" He looked down. "I only had one card. I never signed up for anymore."

"You didn't but," he kept his head down. "You got offers for more in the mail often."

"That's standard credit card agenda." She explained as calmly as she could. "Of course other companies will get wind that I signed up for one credit card that I will eventually owe on. They want you to owe them money too. The more cards you owe on, the happier they'll be. They'll send those offers until the day I die."

He cleared his throat. "I signed you up for five more."

Her eye twitched. "Five?"

"And I maxed them all, including the one you already had." He finished quietly.

"How much?"

"£1,500 each, so that multiplied by six is..." He was never good at math. "It's at least £9,000. Not including interest and late fees."

She blinked, astounded. £9,000! That's almost as much as he borrowed from Jorah. The ungrateful twit! The nerve he had! "Why was I never notified?" She demanded, outraged. "They would have called me or sent me the notices in the mail that I owed them money!"

"I threw them away." He said pathetically. "And I used my email and phone number so you wouldn't find out."

"You threw them away." She repeated. "Now I know why you never let me set foot in this room. While I'm busting my arse all day and all night working two jobs, you're bleeding my credit dry and spending whatever money I have stupid things. How could you do this to me?"

He had the audacity to look nonchalant. "Well, you work all of the time anyway. Why don't you just get an extra job? That should help pay them."

Her nostrils flared. "Me? Get another job? Oh, no you don't! I've been supporting us alone with the money that I made from the jobs that I worked at! There's job openings posted in the news spread as we speak. I'm sure there's something you can do."

"You can't be serious," He moaned, "Why don't you try and go into town and see if you can talk to the bank about paying it off with some sort of payment plan?"

"Why don't you?" She snapped back. "This is your doing! Not mine!"

He blinked as if she was speaking in tongues. "Are you mad? I don't have a job!"

"Then get off your lazy arse and get one!"

"For what? You already work!"

She scoffed. "I am not paying for these bills!"

"You expect me to?" He inquired. "How am I supposed to do that?"

She walked over to the closet and picked up one of his dumbbells. Another purchase that he must have made with her card as she'd never seen it before. She weighed in her hand thoughtfully as she made her way to the television. "As I said, get a job. Get two. Get three! I really couldn't give a rat's twat! But I am done pulling your weight, Viserys. Understand?"

He gaped at her in outrage and stood up from the bed. "You dare make commands to me? To me?"

She didn't blink. "Oh, I dare. Because you destroyed all of my financials and then some. You can either get a job or I turn you in!"

He narrowed his eyes, unconvinced. "You're bluffing. Mormant relieved the debt. You said so yourself."

"Oh, I'm talking about him." She looked around the room in amusement. "I'm talking about me."

His lips pursed. "You? What have I done that's a crime towards you?"

"Identity theft."

His eyes widened like saucers. "Come again?"

She spotted an unopened envelope on the floor and lifted it up. Snorting as her name stared back at her. A credit card bill. With a smirk, she lifted it for him to see. "You not only forged a check in my name, but you also maxed out several credit cards in my name. In other words, you stole my identity. That's fraud, Viserys. You want to be famous? Your face will be on every local news station. But the only autographs you'll be signing is your plea in court!"

"You wouldn't do such a thing to me!" He hissed. "I'm your brother! Your only family! Have you forgotten your promise to Father?"

"I haven't forgotten." She murmured. "And I don't give a flying fuck." That was it. With strength she didn't know she had, she lifted the dumbbell and swung it back against the television. The screen shattered into many tiny pieces onto the ground.

Her brother gaped at her, outraged. "Are you out of your mind? Do you know how much that cost?"

She let her cool and undisturbed gaze level with his. "No, Viserys, I don't. Because you bought it without my knowledge. Yet you paid for with a credit card in my name. Do you understand what that means, brother? It means that, legally, it's mine. It was bought in my name, I own it. No matter how you fucking slice it. In fact, I could wreck everything in this room and you couldn't do a damn thing about it."

"Is that what you're going to do?" He asked, his voice shaky. "Break it all?"

"No, Viserys," His relieved sigh was cut short when she said, "I'm selling the lot."

"What!?" He cried and held his arms out to block her from reaching for something else in his closet of treasure. "Please don't, Dany! I need these things!"

"Like a hole in the head." Honestly, did Mother drop him as a baby? "How about instead of whining over these material items, you thank me for not turning you in?"

"Cunt!"

That answered that. "Same to you." She made a quick grab for a tablet she spotted on the desk. "This will be the first to go to the highest bidder on eBay. Don't bother trying to keep anything else. I know all of your hiding spots, even the ones you think I don't know."

"You're disgracing Father's memory!"

"I don't care!"

She left the room and he followed her all the way down the stairs. "I'm your brother and you're betraying me!"

"Hurts when your own family turns on you doesn't it?"

"I'm the head of this family!" He shouted. "I'm the eldest!"

Could've fooled me. "Yet you act like a little boy who's had his lolli taken away." She grabbed the bags she'd dropped and took them back up the stairs to her room.

Viserys argued the whole way. "Father would've disowned you if he were still alive."

"Ha!" She turned around and faced him. "That would have been a blessing. Not only would it mean that I wouldn't have to look at your stupid face again. I also would be able to finally put myself first."

He gawked at her in amazement, "How can you be so selfish?"

"Me?" She chuckled darkly, "You may not have a spine but you certainly have a lot of nerve. Father would be proud. You've turned out just like him." And she slammed the door in his face.

Going in and out of her brother's room when he was away had become a regular thing for Daenerys. She checked the receipts on his emails after she'd confiscated the tablet. Found just about everything he purchased and started reselling most of them for a lesser value. It was a start for her to pay off those credit cards. Whatever credit she thought she had must have been out of the window.

She was taking another tour of Viserys room at the moment. Looking through his treasure trove that she paid for. He was smart not to stop her out of fear she would take her threats to call the police seriously. Smart fool.

Right now, she was going through his desk drawers. One of the receipts said there was a pair of earrings purchased and if he hadn't given them to woo some slut then they must still be here. She had to make sure there was nothing else small that she'd missed. Instead, she saw a crumpled envelope addressed to him...with their father's handwriting.

Viserys,

If you're reading this, it means I've died. And I need you to carry out your promise. When Daenerys is old enough, you'll marry her and have children. She's a waste of Targaryen blood but she's the only one we have left. You can still sleep with other women if you want just make sure you don't have children with them. Only your sister. It's up to the two of you to continue the purity of our bloodline. Like your mother and I and our parents before them. It's up you, my son. Keep our lineage pure.

"What are you looking for now?" Viserys' annoyed voice came from behind her, making her jump.

She turned "Tell me something, Viserys. Did you know about our parents?"

He crossed his arms over his chest and gave her an accusatory look. "Of course I knew them, Dany, I'm older than you. Unlike you, however, I have memories of our mother. Since you were the one who killed her."

Normally, that reminder would get her to drop the subject. Not anymore. Jorah told her that Viserys didn't know the truth about their parentage. But she wasn't so sure. Their family had been narrow-minded and selfish. She was done. "I'm talking about the family secret. Those rumors had to come from somewhere. Somebody had to know."

It was as if he'd eaten something sour. "Know what?"

"Why didn't you ever let me see the case file?"

He shrugged, "I don't know anything about a case file. What case?"

Now he wants to play stupid. Fine. "From the fire. The fire at the house that father dearest pimped me out to some of his drug dealing friends. That case"

"Oh, that," Was that a bead of sweat on his brow? "You went through so much that night and we had just lost father so I didn't want to put any more necessary stress on you."

"Did you now?" Wow, he was laying it on thick. "How nice of you, big brother. Now next question. Did you know the truth about our parents?"

If his eyes rolled any further they'd pop right out. "I don't know what you're talking about, Dany. What truth?"

He definitely knew something because his poker face wasn't very convincing. It appeared that she had to spell it out for him. She lifted the paper for him to see. "So, what's this then?"

Whatever he thought she was talking about; it wasn't that. "Where did you get that?"

"Found it in your drawer just now." She started calmly. "Visery, I'm giving you a chance and if you have any amount of dignity as a brother, you'll tell me."

From where she stood, she could sense he was weighing his options. Coming of with some excuse in his head. Finally, he dropped his head with a loud sigh. "Alright," He lifted his hands in surrender, "alright, it's true."

"What is?"

"All of it," He emphasized. "The rumors, our parents, all of it. It's all true."

Furious, she crumpled the piece of paper in her hands and threw it at him. "Why didn't you tell me, Viserys?"

"Our parents were dead." He shrugged, "So was Grandad and Nana. I didn't think it mattered. Don't you think I would've married you by now if we were supposed to follow the family tradition?"

"Family tradition," She repeated, amazed. "To keep our bloodline pure, right? So much for that. Rheagar had a severe illness and was no doubt immunocompromised as a result of their coupling. And unless there's another secret you've been hiding, I may just have to kill you if that's so, you apparently don't have any ailments. I'm not so lucky! I went to the gynecologist the other day and do you know what she said? Not only did she know about these rumors but she also told me that I'm sterile. And after finding out about this, I'm glad!"

His lower teeth jutted out with nervousness. "I'm sorry about that, Dany, but it's not my fault."

"Never mind that. As if I would dare," Her words were cold, "to put a child through that. The risks of inbreeding. Did you actually believe in all of that rubbish pure blood? If anything it's weakened us."

He shrugged again, "I would've done it to please Father and I guess it sort of made sense. The Targaryens are a proud house."
"Oh how the mighty have fallen." She said woefully, "In fact, I'd consider it a blessing if the bloodline died with us."

"Just because you can't have kids doesn't mean that I can't!" He defended. "If I have to carry on our line, I'll do it."

She threw her hands up, "Fine! Do it! Go ask Doreah, I'm sure she'd be honored." In the corner of her eyes, she spotted a small box. Snatching it up, she opened it and found the earrings she had been looking for and showed them to him. "Expensive taste. I'm sure she's just begging for you to put a baby in her. May the Gods help that child."

His eyes narrowed in accusation, "Are you saying I can't take care of a kid?"

"You can barely aim into the toilet bowl." She pointed out. "I shudder to imagine you trying to change a nappy on a crying baby."

"I could do it," He said, confident.

"If you do," She looked around the room, "Take heed that I'm not the one taking care of it. You knock someone up, it's your problem. And we are not getting married. I don't care if Father or Grandad themselves crawl out of their graves and bring down the door. I won't take part in something so sick."

He rolled his eyes. "Why are you so quick to condemn them? It's not like they're the only ones in history to have such practice."

"Yes," She said with false eagerness. "And the later generations all suffered from severe medical ailments. Proud families and royalty just like ours. Look where they are now and look at us. Bottom of the barrel."

Sansa

It was early afternoon and Sansa was restocking the pastries. While she finished the muffins, she couldn't help but notice that her coworker and best friend Daenerys wasn't acting like herself. While she was hardworking, she never failed to crack a joke here and there while also keeping Sansa in line. If anything, she seemed almost defeated. Her eyes distant.

Wiping her hands on her apron, she leaned on the counter and regarded carefully. "Hey, Dany, everything alright?"

The silver-haired woman turned to her with feign innocence, "Of course I am. Why do you ask?"

"You seem a little distracted," She said gently.

Daenerys blinked, perturbed. "I do?"

"I think we have enough sugar," Sansa tilted her head towards the canister she was refilling...with sugar that was now overflowing from the top as she failed to notice that she was still pouring into it.

Realizing her mistake, Daenerys jumped back and muttered, "Bugger!" She then hastily moved the container aside and went to clean the counter, which now looked like a winter wonderland. "What is wrong with me?"

"Something happen with Jorah?" Her back stiffened and Sansa sighed. "I knew it. What did he do and where do I find him? Should I call Arya and Missi to distract the butler?"

Daenerys scoffed, "You're not going to do anything, Sansa, I just want to forget that I met him and move on."

"Kind of difficult if you're living under the same roof." Sansa pointed out.

Her friend kept her eyes focused on the mess she was cleaning. "I made him forgive Viserys's debt and let me leave."

That had her blink. Twice. "You're back home? With the leech?"

"Well, where else?" She asked. "I had nowhere to go and I didn't want to stay with Jorah a minute longer."

"You could have moved in with us, Dany!" Sansa insisted. "I've told you that you're always welcome."

Daenerys smiled, grateful, "I'd love nothing more, Sansa, but you have to admit that four people living in the same flat is a crowd. I doubt your lease permits you such luxury."

"My landlady adores me," She paused, "Well, actually she adores Arya but she could get her to make an exception."

"I can't," Her friend sighed, "Viserys has now got me in a hole so deep that my arse is getting scorched by the Earth's core."

Sansa groaned, "I warned you that it was bound to happen."

"This has been accumulating for years." Daenerys muttered. "Even before the deal with Jorah. And now I'm more stuck than I have ever been."

"So what happened with Mormant then?" She edged. "Why didn't stay with him, permanently? You seemed relaxed and happy while you were living with him."

Daenerys nodded, "I was. For the first time in my life, I was relaxed and happy. Someone was actually taking care of me for once."

"Did he do something?"

"It's more what he didn't do."

"Then what didn't he do?"

"He kept a secret from me." She finally admitted. "A dark secret."

Sansa raised her eyebrows, "Are you going to tell me?"

"I have a feeling you already know."

"Tell me anyway." Sansa insisted.

"There were rumors about my parents." Her friend said and slid the wasted sugar into a bin. "Rumors I'm sure you and your family have heard. It's actually worse."

Oh…Sansa thought with guilt. She had heard some things. But her parents always told her and her siblings that it was better to know people themselves than to be misguided gossip they heard from others. And Daenerys's parents did have some nasty baggage.

While her thoughts took a detour through Cringey Lane, Daenerys gave her a pointed stare, "Well, they were all true."

Sansa shook her head slightly, confused. "What was true?"

"My parents were brother and sister and husband wife at the same time." She deadpanned.

"Oof!" Sansa flinched, her stomach suddenly displeased with her choice of breakfast that morning. No wonder Daenerys was upset with the man. Damn, Sansa would've hit Jon over the head with a frying pan if he hid something like that from her. "That is worse. Much worse. How could Jorah possibly know that? They're dead."

"He was there the night of the fire." Daenerys tapped her fingers on the counter slowly. "He's the one that got me out of the house. Saved my life."

"He what?"

She held her hand up, "I'm not done. After he struck the deal with Viserys, he said he recognized me from back then and decided to do a little research on our family history. Turns out that not only were my parents incestuous lovers, but their parents were too. Mind you, I didn't learn this from him. I found out at the doctors when I went in for a check-up. She treated me that night and had known when she went through my medical history. I found this out right after she revealed to me that I'm as barren as the Sahara Desert."

Sansa hand flew to her mouth in shock, "Oh, Dany," For years she knew that Daenerys wanted children of her own one day. At times, she caught her glamping at some of the young ones that came through the doors.

"I even interrogated Viserys after I found a letter from our father addressed to him." She said with disgust, "Said he wanted him to marry me so we could continue keeping our bloodline pure."

"I'm sorry."

She waved her hand, "Don't bother. As much as I hate it, I've accepted it. I can't have children and that's that. No reason to dwell on it."

Dany was definitely more pained by it than she'd admit. Sansa could read her like a book. "So why didn't Jorah tell you?"

She shrugged, "Gave me some rubbish on how he didn't think it was important. That he didn't care." Her scoff was louder this time. "But I cared and now you know."

"Well," Sansa started, "I do. But I don't care."

Daenerys looked at her, doubtful. "You do?"

"Yes," She said, stating the obvious. "Dany, we've been friends for years and one detail, no matter how big it is, hasn't changed the person I see standing in front of me. You are the same person you were five minutes ago when you were standing there like a zombie and pouring the sugar without looking. What your parents did, doesn't make you responsible. It's not like you were the one that told them to sleep together. From what I understand, I think they've already had it grilled into their minds. I mean, it was selfish, but it was their choice. Not yours."

Daenerys's eyes began to water and she looked away. "Why didn't he tell me?"

"Maybe he was trying to protect you." She offered,

"That's what he said. But I don't know anymore. I'm trapped."

"What's going on?" A voice filled with suspicions lifted brought our attention to the door. There stood an unamused Missandei staring accusingly at Sansa, "What did you do to her this time?"

Sansa held her hands up, "I'm innocent this time, I swear!"

She'd decided to take a break behind the cafe. while Missandei consoled their friend because she had a feeling she was going to reveal to her what she'd already said. Thought it best to give them some privacy while there were no customers.

Scrolling through her phone while looking at nothing, she heard a cough come from her left. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion as she slowly crept towards the noise and rounded the corner. There stood Jorah Mormont looking scared and guilty.

"Ms. Stark," He said calmly, knowing he's been caught.

Sansa crossed her arms and glared at him, "You have some nerve showing your face around here, Mormont. What if Dany saw you?"

"So she's here?" He asked, hopeful.

She shook her head, "I wouldn't talk to her just yet. She's just told me what happened and I'm amazed that you're still walking."

"I know," He groaned, "I just wanted to make sure that she was alright."

"As much as she can be." She rolled her neck. "Apparently Viserys has her in debt again."

His jaw dropped, outraged, "For what?"

She shrugged, "I don't know, she wouldn't tell me."

For a while they just stared at each other. Waiting for the other to make some sort of move. Then Mr. Mormont took a huge puff of his cigarette and pulled out something small from his jacket pocket and handed it to her. "Take it."

She took the card and looked at it thoughtfully "What for?"

He threw the cigarette to the ground and stomped on it. "It has my mobile, email and fax numbers. I know Daenerys is strong but even she has her limits. I don't trust her brother in the slightest not to get her into trouble."

"Like offering her as collateral to pay off a debt?" She said with fake sweetness.

He snorted, "Yes, like that. I know she's angry with me and will probably never ask for my help. That's why I'm giving you my card. If anything happens to her, I want you to call me."

"You hurt her." She stated. "I don't think you realize how broken she is. While she was with you, she was happy. Really happy. I've never seen her like that. Now it's like she's been shattered. Why should I risk you hurting her again."

His voice got dangerously low. "I would never intentionally hurt her."

"But you still hurt her." She reminded him.

He breathed through his nose harshly, "I did and I'll never forgive myself. And I wouldn't blame her if she didn't either. I just want her safe."

"How noble," Her voice dripped with sarcasm.

"I love her," He said, his eyes bore into hers, "Say what you want about me. I deserve it. But don't mock my feelings towards her. I would do anything to make this right."

Sansa sighed. She was actually beginning to feel sorry for him, "Look, she doesn't need this right now. She feels betrayed and she needs time. I can tell that you care about her but I don't think you should be near her. Not right now. She clearly needs space."

He nodded slowly, "I'll give her all the time she needs. But I'm not giving up on her."

"You better be ready to prove it." Sansa bit out. "Because I don't know how this can be fixed."