You stand chained to the ceiling in your cell, your body bruised and bloodied—Sansa had specifically ordered your face to be untouched. You listen with horror and fear as your brother is torn apart by his hounds. The culprit appears at your cell door, as you suspected: Sansa. Her eyes travel with detached curiosity over your battered body, your former dress in tatters. You never imagined yourself like this, did you?