“Were you two close as children?” Daenerys asked, once they had retreated from the noisy hall to the privacy of Sansa’s solar.
“Not particularly. I was obsessed with songs and sewing, while Jon was always in the yard training. We didn’t become close until recently,” Sansa said, and again realized too late that she’d let on too much.
“We of course had to work closely together to protect our people and our castle,” Jon corrected.
“Certainly,” Dany said, sipping her wine. “That and you’re lovers.”
Jon blushed hard while all of the color drained out of Sansa’s face. “I can’t imagine why your Grace would think that—” Sansa began.
“Missandei is so small, and so quiet, often people do not notice her. The sweet thing doesn’t mean it. I tell her she must announce herself. For example, she should announce herself in the godswood. Or in the library. Or the stables,” she said, with the slight raise of her eyebrows.