[ She wonders what Robb would say in this moment, what Petyr's eyes would tell her to do were he here to advise her. Alayne has no siblings and does not know what it means to be a good sister, does not know if caution is better or indulgence, whether it is better to wound with rejection or to open Bran up to harm by allowing him his insistence. (Move or be moved, that is what Littlefinger had said once, be a piece or be player, but you cannot be both. So was it folly to believe, to relent and allow such stories a place in her heart or to give over a foothold to such foolish hope? Had Sansa made Alayne weak once again? Was she just a piece? Would Petyr be angry?)
Her brow pinches at her own confusion, but Alayne gives her expression an air of determination (the illusion of strength where she only feels weakness; some lies are love</> and all of Alayne's lies are kind). ]
And you will not leave my side? You will not venture a step from my sight, nor be held in ways that will keep you from me?
[ She doesn't understand, she doesn't understand, and the frustration of it colors her cheeks. ]
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Her brow pinches at her own confusion, but Alayne gives her expression an air of determination (the illusion of strength where she only feels weakness; some lies are love</> and all of Alayne's lies are kind). ]
And you will not leave my side? You will not venture a step from my sight, nor be held in ways that will keep you from me?
[ She doesn't understand, she doesn't understand, and the frustration of it colors her cheeks. ]