Sansa Stark was sitting at a large table, covered with scrolls lit only by a cinder candle, and was studying correspondence. Leaving aside another crumpled parchment, she took a blank sheet of paper, dipped a goose feather in blue ink and was about to start writing a letter, but the unexpected noise distracted the northerner from this activity. A heavy door opened rumbling and a figure of Titos Lannister appeared at the entrance. The Queen of the North looked at the young Lion with complete indifference and confidently rose from her seat, still clutching her thin feather with her fingers. A drop of ink crawled off a sharp tip and fell on a beautiful woman's silk dress, leaving a blurred spot on it. But Sansa did not pay any attention to it, looking closely at the beautiful, arrogant face of Titos.
- What do you do for yourself? - practically shouted out to her a young man. His eyes glowed with rage and seemed to burn through.
- What do you think you're doing? - Without even noticing or pretending not to notice his angry appearance, she returned his question to Sansa Stark. - You're the one who broke into my house uninvited! Or were you not taught manners?
- Don't pretend to be an innocent sheep. You weave intrigues behind my back; you pass your daughter off as the son of the Great Maester. Of course, you have taken the Arrhene Valley to your hands, now you want to take the space under your wing? - with a snide smile, Lord Casterly Rock has fallen out. - And I'm extremely curious about the fate of Lord of Expanse, because John is only the second son of Samwell Tarley? I suspect it's the same as your late husband. Isn't that right? - Titos stared into the sapphire eyes of the Queen of the North.
- How dare you? What do you mean by that? - spit it out in Sansa's face. She squeezed her fingers and a goose feather that had broken in half fell to her feet.
- It's not a big deal that you, Your Grace, did not want to get involved in this dangerous game, - Titos said. It won't help you get the throne. He took a few steps towards the northerner by tapping his eyes and looking closely at her.
- And we'll see about that, - the Queen of the North said, grabbing her hands in the castle without moving a step further.
The young Leo wanted to add something else, but the creak of the door stopped him. Another visitor was Ned Arryn. The Queen of the North's son did not hear the conversation, but he was sure that Lannister's visit was directly related to his sister's and John Tarley's engagement. Titos' angry look on his face only confirmed his thoughts.
- Cancel the engagement, or you may regret it, - said the son of Hands.
- Are you threatening me, Lord Titos? - Sansa Stark was curious to know by raising her eyebrows a little.
- I warn you, - replied the Young Lion, looking her right in the eye once again, and then left the room with a confident gait, under Ned Arryn's bewildered gaze.