She was incredible.
He told her when she asked him that she only has one week. The week almost flew by and she acted as if that conversation had never taken place. She would not even look at him differently. She did not siri him. She did not want to hear about it.
She always sat at the table by the hearth in the Great Hall, and he would always bring her the plate of food, which she usually cut from the meat he put on the stove and from which each was served, and he would hold out the plate in front of her, she could at least try to look at it.
She would just take it, looking him straight in the eye, and she would start eating it, with confidence, as if... he didn't know what she was thinking either.
Did she trust him to kill her? Did she trust him that he wouldn't kill her?
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