Queen Venice’s POV.
A report had come back to me that she would come see me. I knew of the implications of asking her to come meet me the same night my son wanted to meet with her, but I didn’t care, I was about to look for something to use against her. She might have helped bring him out of his darkness and from horror, but I still don’t accept her.
It was past 8pm as I sat on my balcony as usual watching the palace. A lot of guards were parading around and the female servants ran equally to do their duty.
I sipped the wine I had inside my cup and sighed, still looking. A lot was running through my mind and I had yet to totally understand everything happening.
“My Queen, you have not yet eaten your dinner.” A girl who I didn’t know said to me, bowing her head. I knew Sansa was going t
