[ Alayne watches as Lord Stannis grinds his teeth, her eyes landing on the exact spot where his left jaw hinges from side to side. Did Sansa ever know a man of the same manner? She cannot recall and so is left uncertain as to what such a grinding of teeth means. (Perhaps he lies and thinks her unfaithful. Perhaps his mind says one thing and his gut another and that grinding helps forge the diference. But no — that did not sit well with Lord Stannis' character. He was a man of justice, not gut, not lies.)
He claims to believe her and Alayne has no choice to believe him in kind.
She bows low now, lower than she ever has to him in the past. ] Thank you, Your Grace. [ It is not a matter of thanks, of course. Perhaps Lord Stannis would go as far as to remind her as much. Still, courtesies are courtesies. ]
May I ask, Your Grace, what is to become of me?
[ What is to become of the truth is a more accurate question. ]
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He claims to believe her and Alayne has no choice to believe him in kind.
She bows low now, lower than she ever has to him in the past. ] Thank you, Your Grace. [ It is not a matter of thanks, of course. Perhaps Lord Stannis would go as far as to remind her as much. Still, courtesies are courtesies. ]
May I ask, Your Grace, what is to become of me?
[ What is to become of the truth is a more accurate question. ]