Winterfell High

Chapter 11

Jon Snow Stark POV

It's Sunday late morning, and Sam is coming over so we can walk to a hiking trail. We try to catch up regularly since we don't get a lot of time together besides during lunch. He wants to excercise more too, and I said I would go with him.

As we start off on our hike, Sam asks me, "So how are things with that redhead girl? I've seen you guys talking during rock climbing practice."

"Fine I guess, we're friends. We got ice cream on Friday."

"Really?" His face lights up.

"Sam, it was just ice cream. I know it's weird that I'm talking to a girl, but we're really just friends. Nothing happened, we just talked about rock climbing and her being new to school."

"She's really pretty."

"Yes Sam, she is."

"You're never going to budge on that are you?"

"Probably not honestly." There's a pause because I just snapped at him. It's not Sam's fault, I just get tired of everyone asking why I don't have a girlfriend. My mom asks, Sansa asks, Sam asks, Arya asks, and it's only a matter of time before Bran and Rickon start asking. I feel like it's no one's business.

"Sorry," I say to break the silence. "How are things with Gilly?"

"She's still gorgeous," he's smitten. "I talked to her a little more on Friday. She needs help with history, and I offered to tutor her."

"What did she say?"

"She said maybe."

There's another pause.

"Oh, by the way," Sam says. "Tormund is throwing a party next Friday and he invited us."

"Why is he throwing a party?" Tormund never seemed like the partying type to me, but I don't really know him.

"Back to school, I think. His parents are leaving town for the weekend. It'll be much smaller than any Lannister party, but he's inviting Gilly and Ygritte will obviously be there."

"He knows Gilly?"

"Yeah, she and Ygritte have grown closer this week. I've hung out with Tormund more since we've been paired up during rock climbing, and he knows I like her."

I'm not surprised Sam told Tormund. He tends to overshare, but he just has a big heart.

"I don't know…"

"Jon," Sam is getting irritated. "You can't stay cooped up in your house forever. Forget about dating, just come to the party to socialize. It won't kill you."

He's right. I should try to make my high school years worth something.

"I'll think about going." That seems to satisfy him for now.

Sansa Stark POV

My mom picked me up from Margaery's, and it seemed to go okay. She met all the girls, she seems to really get a good vibe from Missandei and Daenerys. As soon as we walk through the door, Arya is at the kitchen table and she lights up when she sees me.

"Sansa," my mom says as I head to my room. "Do you want me to make you lunch and we can all eat together?" I think she wants to make sure nothing crazy happened at this sleepover.

"Actually mom, I have some homework I need to get done," I lie. I got it done yesterday. "Arya? Do you want to come help?" I turn to Arya and gesture towards our room. She just nods and follows me to the room. I know she wants to know everything, and I want to tell her. We haven't had time for sister talk lately.

The moment I close the door to our room. Arya is all over me. "What happened? What was it like actually hanging out with Daenerys Targaryen? Tell me everything!"

"Arya, chill! You have to quiet down." I pull her into our walk-in closet, where I know mom can't hear, even if she has her ear pressed to the door (which she might).

We sit crosslegged across from each other in the back corner with our knees touching. "I'll tell you everything, but we have to be quiet," I say. She just nods eagerly. "You can't tell anyone at school what I'm telling you, okay?"

"Definitely not." Arya looks like she's about to explode from anticipation.

"Daenerys is actually surprisingly nice," I tell Arya. "She was acting like a big sister, since I was the youngest. She said I should wait to lose my virginity."

"Why did that come up?"

"Cersei asked me if I'm a virgin. And I either had to answer the question or drink."

"There was drinking?" Arya's voice gets louder and I put my hand over her mouth.

"Only a little bit," I whisper. "And I didn't have any."

Arya gives me a look. "Yes you did." I can never get away with lying to her.

"Okay, I had a couple swigs."

"I can't believe my sister is drinking at parties with Daenerys Targaryen." There's another pause as I can see the gears turning in her mind. "So, Cersei Lannister was there?"

"Yes, she was. She and Daenerys are best friends."

"Is it true? What they say about her and her twin brother?"

"Arya, do you really think I asked her that?"

"I don't know! There's so many rumors."

"Margaery made a joke about it and Cersei screamed that she and Jaime have never done anything. But between you and me, Margaery thinks the rumors are true. And I'm starting to think so too."

"Ew…"

"Yeah, I agree. Also, Daenerys asked me if Bran was okay, I guess some people heard about what happened. After she asked me, Cersei started acting really weird. She said Bran was an idiot."

"Well, from what I've heard, she isn't exactly friendly."

"I know, it just gave me a weird vibe."

There's a long pause.

"Sansa?" Arya whispers.

"Yes?"

"Promise you'll always tell me everything, no matter how popular you get. And that you'll never be too cool for me."

"You'll always be cool enough for me." I give her a hug.

Jon Snow Stark POV

My dad grilled tonight, he wants us to have a family dinner all together since we haven't in a while. Things tend to get hectic when school starts and there's 5 of us.

"So Sansa," my dad says as we're all eating together. "You haven't told me much about high school. You know I wanted to come to the game, I'll be at the next one."

"I know, Dad," she says while picking at her food. "It's going well, I really like cheerleading."

"I heard there was a sleepover last night with all the other cheerleaders. How did that go?"

"It was fun. It wasn't all of us, just Margaery and a few others."

"What did you girls get up to?"

"We watched a couple movies and just talked."

There's a pause.

"Arya, how is fencing?" My dad asks.

"I'm finally getting good at it," Arya says. "But the boys still laugh at me."

"You know you'll get to be better than all of them."

"I already am."

Sansa and I look at each other and smile. I love how confident Arya is. She never settles to be anything but the best.

"Are you excited to start competing?" I ask Arya.

"It's about time I did," Arya says nonchalantly. "It's so stupid that fencing competitions don't start before 7th grade."

"I want to start fencing," Rickon chimes in. He always wants to be like Bran and Arya.

"We'll start you at it in 6th grade like we did Arya." My dad says, he's been asked this by Rickon so many times.

"That's not fair!"

"Rickon, I'm not talking about this anymore." My dad is getting irritated.

Bran is much quieter than usual. I know he's still recovering, but it's weird that he isn't talking as much. I finish my dinner in silence and wait to be excused so I can go up to my room. I love my family, but it can get stressful around all of them at once, especially since I'll always be the outsider.

Chapter 12

Sansa Stark POV

I'm halfway through the second week of school, and the homecoming dance and game are a week and a half from now. I hope I can get a date to the dance, I don't want to go alone. I'm starting to feel the pressure of being popular, even though I'm not even close to the same status as Daenerys, Cersei or Margaery.

It's just me and the girls at lunch today, the guys decided to eat outside. Daenerys told me that tends to happen sometimes. Missandei is joining us today.

"Sansa," Daenerys says to me. "We're all going dress shopping together Saturday, and then the Lannisters are having a pre-homecoming party after if you want to join." Cersei glares at Daenerys, I don't think she wanted me there.

I look at Cersei and pause before responding. "Sure," I say. "That sounds fun."

"Will your mommy let her little dove go?" Cersei asks me.

Before I can respond, Margaery chimes in. "Just tell her you're at my house," she says to me. I say nothing. I'm tired of these girls treating me like a child, even though I'm younger than them.

"So who are you going with, Sansa?" Missandei asks me.

"I don't have a date," I tell her.

Cersei makes a pouty face at me.

"That's okay," Margaery says. "You can just come with all of us. We're all getting ready at my house before."

"Do you have a date?" I ask Margaery.

"Yes, I'm going with Renly Baratheon," she says. I'm not sure why she didn't tell me that before.

"I'm going with Euron Greyjoy," Cersei says.

Missandei gasps.

"Really?" Margaery says.

"Yes," Cersei responds with an undertone of hostility. "He asked me this morning. I guess he had to come back for more after the back-to-school party." Missandei gives me a look.

"Ramsay is taking Myranda because she wouldn't stop asking him about it," Daenerys says while laughing. "Is Tyrion coming?" She asks Cersei.

"I think Jaime is dragging him along because he feels bad," Cersei says. "Whatever, he's the one that has to deal with the humiliation of being seen with Tyrion."

It's so sad how Cersei and everyone in town treats Tyrion, like it's his fault that he's being treated this way or that he was born the way he was. I may have never met Tyrion personally, but it's well known about his situation.

…

I'm standing at my locker at the end of the day. There's no practice today, but there is one tomorrow on Friday. As I'm packing up my things, I hear someone walk up to me.

"Hi Sansa," it's Loras. "I've been meaning to talk to you today."

"Oh, hi Loras." I'm surprised he's here, we've only talked a couple times. Up close, he is really cute.

"So um…" Loras clears his throat. He looks nervous, and he's running his fingers through his hair while avoiding eye contact with me. "Are you going to Homecoming?"

"I am," I tell him. "The game and the dance." Why did I say that? Obviously he knows I'm going to the game.

Loras finally looks at me. "Do you want to go with me to the dance? I'd love to take you as my date."

I'm honestly shocked. I didn't expect this, but I know Margaery wanted us to get to know each other better.

"I…" I don't know how to respond. "Of course. I would love that."

"Awesome," Loras smiles at me. He kisses me on the cheek. "I'll see you around, then."

He walks away, and I feel like my heart is fluttering.

Chapter 13

Jon Snow Stark POV

It's Saturday, the day of Tormund's party. Sam is at my house, he talked me into going. Sansa is out with her friends, Rickon is at a friend's house and my parents are on a date so it's just me, Arya and Bran in the house. Sam and I invited a sophomore named Gendry to ride with us, we've been acquaintances with him since last year and he was also invited. I volunteered to be the designated driver, and there were no complaints.

"Jon!" I hear from the living room. "Someone's at the door!"

I walk downstairs and Arya is laying on the couch reading her dystopia novel, which is all she does on the weekends. She couldn't just answer the door? I open the door and Gendry's there.

"Hey there," I greet him. "Sam's here, we're just going to hang out until it's time to go."

"Oh, awesome," he says as he steps inside. "I like Sam."

"Oh, Gendry this is my sister Arya." Arya barely looks up from her book to give Gendry a brief smile.

"I love that book," he says to her. "I have the whole series."

This catches Arya's attention and she lowers the book from her face. "Really?" She asks him. "Hardly anyone in my grade has heard of it. I get made fun of for liking stuff like this."

"Well that's their loss. It's an amazing story."

Arya smiles and keeps reading. Gendry and I walk up to my room.

Sam is sitting on my bed when we get into my room. He waves at Gendry.

"Hey man," Sam says to Gendry. "How are things with tech theatre?"

"Decent, honestly the same as always."

"Are you going to Homecoming?"

"No, probably not. I have a lot of tech theatre stuff to work on, and it's never been my thing. Lady Mel is really working us hard to prepare for the upcoming winter show." Lady Mel is the theatre director, she insists people call her that so that she stands out. She's an interesting character.

"I'm going to go if Gilly says she's going," Sam says. "I'll find out tonight."

"I don't think I'll go," I chime in. "It's kind of lame to go alone, and I already get made fun of enough."

"My brother Renly is going with Margaery Tyrell," Gendry says. He and Renly are half brothers, but they live with their mother.

"Really?" Sam is suprised.

"Yeah, he's had his eye on her for a while apparently."

"I thought he was…" Sam pauses, nervous to continue.

"Sam!" I say. We don't know Gendry that well, his brother's sexuality is none of our business.

Gendry just chuckles. "It's okay," he says. "Everyone thinks Renly is gay. Those are just rumors."

Sam wants us to branch out and be more social, but then he ends up embarassing me. I don't want to be too hard on him, I just wish he understood that more.

Sansa Stark POV

Me, Cersei, Daenerys and Margaery are at the mall dress shopping. Margaery picked me up from my house and I told my mom I would be sleeping over there. Cersei still seems to be salty that I'm coming to the party tonight, but she knows if Daenerys wants me there it's best to just do it. It's like she thinks I'll be some kind of buzzkill.

Margaery links her arm through mine as we walk into a store.

"I'm so excited you're going to Homecoming with Loras!" Margaery exclaims excitedly. "He's been wanting to ask you out since he met you."

"Really?" I ask. That takes me aback.

"For sure! He thinks you're gorgeous."

"That makes sense," Cersei says. "If you had short hair, he could mistake you for a guy."

Margaery glares at Cersei but doesn't say anything. That one hurt.

Margaery drags me over to a rack of dresses while Cersei and Daenerys stay at another rack. She pulls out a strapless, knee-length, puffy pink dress and holds it up to me.

"This is absolutely your color," she tells me. I'm not sure about it. It's pretty, but it looks really out there and I don't want to draw too much attention to myself. "You're trying it on."

Cersei walks up to me as I'm looking at more toned-down options. "What size are you? 6? 8?" She's looking at dresses to show me.

"I'm usually a 2," I say quietly.

She eyes me up and down and says, "No way."

I don't want her comments to get to me, but it does bother me that she thinks I'm a size 8. I pull out a knee-length silky dark teal option. It has sleeves and a higher neckline. This one is definitely more my style. Daenerys is alone, looking at dresses. It's surprising to me how quiet she is, I expected her to be outspoken and rule Winterfell high with an iron fist. I guess that's Cersei's job.

Margaery comes up to me and hold up a dark green dress and a black dress, both short and tight looking. "Which one?" She asks me.

"I honestly think the green one," I say. "It would make your hair and eyes really pop."

"I like the black one, but not for you." Cersei chimes in, even though Margaery didn't ask.

"I'll try them both, but I think Sansa's right." Margaery sounds agitated.

Daenerys walks up with a sparkly white dress, a more subdued baby blue number and another champagne-colored dress. I can't imagine anything ever looking bad on her.

"Are you guys ready to try stuff on?" She asks us.

"For sure," Cersei says while looking through what Daenerys has in her arms. "Really Dany? Beige?"

"It's not beige," Daenerys retorts. "It's champagne. Very subtle but pretty."

"The queen of Winterfell High can't get away with subtle," Margaery chimes in as we start to walk towards the fitting rooms. Honestly Daenerys is so popular she could probably show up to Homecoming in a burlap sack and be fine.

…

I'm trying on the teal dress in the fitting room. I honestly really like this one, I think my hair looks great in it. I poke my head out of the fitting room. "Margaery? Can you come here?" Margaery comes out in her green dress and walks up to me. "What do you think?" I ask her.

She looks at me for a bit. "It's okay. I think it's a little boring, though," she says. "I think you could really do better. Try on the pink one." I really don't want to.

As I'm trying on the pink dress, I can hear Cersei and Danaerys talking to Margaery.

"See Dany, I told you the beige was boring," Cersei says to Daenerys. "You'll blend right in." Daenerys couldn't blend in if she tried.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," she says. I can hear her go in to the fitting room.

"I'm going to get this one," Cersei says to Margaery.

"I think Euron will definitely like it," Margaery says unexcitedly.

I get the pink dress on. It's so puffy and bright, I'm not into it. The dress itself is pretty enough, but it's really not my style. It's too bright, too short, and it makes my arms look fat. Despite knowing I don't want it, I step out of the fitting room to show Margaery and Cersei.

As I walk out, Margaery gasps. I can see Cersei trying not to laugh. "Sansa!" Margaery is so excited. "You look gorgeous!"

"Really?" She has to be messing with me.

"Yes!" As Margaery is vocalizing her excitement, Daenerys comes out of her fitting room wearing the baby blue dress. She looks striking.

"Sansa, that looks really great," Daenerys says. If Daenerys says it looks great, then it must be true.

"You have to get that," Margaery says.

"It would be perfect for Loras," Cersei says, which I know is another joke about him being gay.

I'm really not sure, but I agree. Daenerys settles on the baby blue short dress, it has spaghetti straps and a floral design up top. Cersei's dress is a deep red color with long sleeves, and of course is skin tight. Margaery decides on the dark green dress, it's more flowy and she wants to do a half-up, half-down hairstyle and gold jewelry. Of course that starts an argument because Cersei also wants to do gold jewelry. I stay quiet for most of the shopping trip, but I do buy the pink dress. I hope it looks as good as they're saying, I feel like I looked ridiculous.

Chapter 14

Samwell Tarly POV

We get to the party and things are already in full swing, despite not many people being there. Jon doesn't seem too excited about this, but I feel like I'm at Disneyland. I know that sounds pathetic, but if you told me two weeks ago I would be invited to a real high school party, I wouldn't have believed you.

"Hey! I'm so glad you guys made it!" Tormund sees Jon and embraces him. He's clearly already a little bit drunk. Jon just smiles.

I see Gilly in the corner of the kitchen holding a cup, but she isn't talking to anyone. She doesn't look happy, but she looks gorgeous as ever. Ygritte and Osha are talking, and Tormund drags Jon and Gendry over to where him, Podrick and a couple of other people are, seemingly forgetting about me.

I walk over to where Gilly is standing. "Hey, Gilly," I say sheepishly. It doesn't seem like she wants to talk. "What are you drinking?"

"Beer, even though I don't like the taste" she says. "Ygritte kind of just shoved it in my hand." She takes what has to be the tiniest sip humanly possible and grimaces.

"So, how are you doing in history?" I ask and immediately regret it. She probably doesn't want to talk about school.

"Oh, it's going okay," she says. "But I still think I might need some help."

"I'd love to help you," I wish I didn't sound so stupid. "If you would like."

Gilly just smiles and says, "I'm going to go join the group." Everyone has moved to the couch at this point. We go and take two end seats on the main couch.

"Man, Coach Tarth is looking so fine this year," Tormund starts going on very loudly. "I bet I could get her to let me hit that."

"You are so drunk." Gendry is laughing so hard.

"He talks like this even when he's not drunk," Ygritte says. She doesn't seem very drunk, or she can at least hold her liquor. "He's been in love with Coach Tarth since he laid eyes on her."

"I tell ya, the moment I graduate…" Tormund keeps going.

Ygritte just shoves him. "Shut up!"

Everyone is being loud and laughing. "Sorry about this," I lean over and say to Gilly. "Guys at Winterfell can get weird."

"It's okay," she says while chuckling. "My dad is very similar, he's drunk all the time. I get it." There's a pause. "Oh, I might actually take you up on that offer to help me with history," she says. "I can give you my number."

Is this actually happening? "For- for sure," I say, as I hand her my phone. As she's putting her number in, I see Jon get up and go out of sight. A minute or so later Ygritte also gets up.

Jon Snow Stark POV

I find a bedroom that's empty to go sit down in, I guess people that hang around Tormund don't hook up as much as some of the othet groups. In any other party at Winterfell, you could not find an open bedroom like this after a certain point in the night. I sit on the edge of the bed and take a deep breath as I fall backwards so my top half is laying on the bed while my feet are hanging off.

I don't usually go to parties like this, and it feels emotionally draining. I'm having fun, I guess, but I don't feel like I really fit in anywhere. It feels weird to even be here, so I'm trying to just stay out of the way and not be a downer to anyone. I doubt anyone even notices I left the room. I hear someone come in and clear their throat. I sit up and see Ygritte. She's standing in the doorway, holding a beer.

"Sorry, is this your room?" I ask her and she nods. "Oh, sorry," I start to get up. "I didn't know, I was just taking a breather."

"Oh it's fine," she says and moves to her desk. "I was just coming to get something." She looks on her desk and grabs a deck of cards. She looks over at me. "Why aren't you at the party?"

"I just needed a break," I say. "I'm pretty introverted, I guess I just don't feel like I belong in there."

Ygritte walks over to the bed and sits down next to me. "Tormund invited you," she says. "He obviously wants you here."

"I know. It's just hard to believe I actually have friends now."

Ygritte chuckles and puts her hand on my thigh. "I want you here," she says moving her hand up my thigh. She scoots in closer to me.

"Ygritte…" I say. I'm not sure what she's trying to do.

"What?" She says as she starts to kiss my neck.

"What are you doing?" I ask as I pull away. My heart is pounding.

"Don't tell me you've never done it," She keeps kissing me. I pull away from her and we stare at each other for a bit. "You never have?" She sounds genuinely shocked. I just shake my head.

"That's okay," she says while leaning in. I stand up.

"I can't," I say. "It's not right."

"Why not?" She looks confused.

"I just can't. I respect you and you're worth more."

She looks disappointed. "If you're not into me, you can just tell me. It's okay."

"It's not that," I start stuttering. "I just can't, Ygritte. I can't do that with you, I can't take that risk. I hope we can still be friends."

"Okay," She gets up and walks over to me. "Let me know if you change your mind," she whispers in my ear.

Chapter 15

Sansa Stark POV

After dress shopping, we go back to the Lannister house. My mom still thinks I'm at Margaery's house, she thinks I'm sleeping there. I just really hope she doesn't get suspicious and try to call their number. It feels so weird to be in the Lannister's house after hearing so much about them. I never thought I would be popular enough to hang out with them.

Cersei and Jaime are in the kitchen getting ready for the party. They're making edibles and making sure the cabinet is stocked with liquor when their younger brother walks downstairs. Margaery, Daenerys and I are all sitting in the living room, which we can see the kitchen from.

"So, what's on the agenda tonight?" Tyrion asks them.

"Tyrion, get out of here," Cersei isn't happy. "You're only invited because you live here."

Jaime gives her a look, but doesn't say anything. Instead, he turns to Tyrion and says, "Oh, I invited Ros and Shae. I hope that's okay."

"Of course," Tyrion says. "It's fine."

"Why wouldn't it be fine?" Margaery asks.

"Tyrion hooked up with Ros at one point," Jaime says.

"Twice," Tyrion corrects him. "She had to come back for more."

Cersei makes a gagging sound. "Yeah she'll screw anything," she says. "Anything that moves."

"Don't tell me you haven't wondered what I'm like," Tyrion says, clearly messing with her. "I know you want to check me off the Lannister list too."

"Shut up, fucker!" Cersei literally pushes Tyrion as Jaime tries to break up this escalating fight. Tyrion just chuckles, grabs a cookie and walks off. "Fuck you!" She calls back after him.

"You have to start being nicer to him," I can hear Jaime whispering to Cersei. He's standing awfully close to her. "I know you two don't get along, but he's still our brother."

"Save your family therapy sessions for Father," Cersei says and she moves past Jaime and continues her kitchen tasks.

…

Shortly before everyone is set to arrive, we're all in Cersei's room getting ready. Cersei is curling her hair while Daenerys and Margaery are doing their makeup. I'm just sitting in a chair, looking around. I feel very much like a third wheel. I wonder if this will get better.

"Cersei?" Daenerys asks. "Can I borrow one of your shirts for tonight? I didn't bring anything cute."

"Yeah sure," Cersei says. "Take whatever you want."

Daenerys goes into Cersei's closet and pulls out a t-shirt that clearly belongs to a guy. "Ooohhh Cersei," she says teasingly as she pulls out the shirt. "Is this Euron's?"

Margaery gives Cersei a playful look. "Wow, Cersei, even I'm impressed," Margaery says. "He must really be into you if he hooked up with you more than once and asked you to Homecoming."

Cersei looks really embarassed, which is weird because she never has been embarassed about people knowing that she has sex. "Uh- uh- yeah," she stammers. "He must have left it here. Just put it back where you found it, Dany."

Danaerys puts the shirt back, and there's an uncomfortable silence. She grabs a sparkly purple crop top from Cersei's closet and changes into it. It goes better with her black miniskirt than her white t-shirt did. She also grabs some of Cersei's black strappy heels and puts those on, even though they're a little bit too big. How someone can be so gorgeous is still beyond me.

…

The party is raging on, and I'm just trying to stay out of the way. It's after midnight, but there's no sign of the party dying down. Everyone is either drunk or high, Myranda is clinging onto Ramsay (clearly wasted), and Ramsay is just ordering Theon around while Theon does whatever he says. Tyrion is making out with Shae on a couch to Cersei's embarassment, and Margaery went off somewhere with Renly. I decide to go outside and sit on the Lannister's deck, it's much more quiet out there.

Loras comes up and sits next to me. "Where are all your friends?" He asks me.

"Only Margaery is really my friend," I tell him. "She's off somewhere with Renly."

"God only knows what they're doing," Loras says, in a much more hostile tone than I would have expected. "You look really good tonight." He moves my hair behind my ear and leans in. He kisses me, and I get scared that he'll ask me to find a room with him. I'm not ready for that, but I have no idea how to say no.

"Loras, I—" he stops me.

"Don't worry, I won't ask anything else of you," he says. "I just wanted to kiss you. I really like you, there's no need to rush." As I smile at him, Margaery comes outside.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt," she starts to go inside.

"No, it's okay," Loras says. "I was meaning to go back inside anyway." He gets up and goes inside.

"How are you doing?" Margaery asks me.

"Oh, I'm okay," I say. "I just needed to go somewhere quiet for a bit. Loras kissed me."

Margaery gasps and runs over and hugs me. "Was that your first kiss?" She asks me.

I'm hesitant to respond, because it's embarassing. But Margaery and I are close, and I feel like she won't judge me so I just nod. "Don't tell Cersei."