"What does he look like, your husband?" Klaus asked, remaining a couple of feet from her. "What's his name?" The man deserved whatever pain Klaus saw fit to bring down upon him. He had grown to care about Sansa, and what she might become; nobody was to hurt her, especially not in this way.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2012-06-18 01:20 pm (UTC)From: