Love on Sale
“Benedict, after everything you’ve just said, you still won’t admit it?
“You’re in love with Sansa.
“Even though Grandpa arranged it… even though you see her as vain and clingy… even though you think today’s engagement party was a trap to force you into marrying her… even though you claim she’s the last person you could ever want…
“You still love her.”
Benedict loosened his fist in silence, looking like a prisoner who had been sentenced to death.
He hung his head for a long moment before finally admitting, “Yes, I’m in love with Sansa. Hopelessly, desperately in love. So I’m begging you—let her go.”