“Have the Maester ready a raven please Lady Brienne” Sansa let out a small sigh. “It is time to inform his Grace of my condition”.
“Your condition my Lady”? Brienne asked tentatively.
Sansa smiled softly at her sworn sword. “I have been off my food and retching every morning for moons now Brienne” she placed a hand upon her slightly swollen belly, her lips quirked into a smile as she looked down at her growing body. “I do believe you know what it is I speak of”.
Brienne returned her Lady’s smile. She had known - she had known for some time. “I shall have the raven readied for Dragonstone my Lady” Brienne said, turning to leave before changing her mind and taking a step forward. She opened her mouth as if to speak, only to close it again before any words escaped her. “Sansa?…the father?…I made a promise to your brother to keep you safe…if someone has forced themse-”.
“Jon will know who the father is” Sansa interrupted, her smile melting away from her face as she stroked her stomach and stared at nothing at all. “He’ll deal with it when he returns”.