Nothing took away the grief of losing someone. Not vengeance, not drink, not rage, not forgiveness. He'd tried them all, and the place where his family had been was still empty.

It had been nearly seven years since they'd died.

Whoever Sansa had been to Snow, her pain would not be dismissed in an afternoon, and Percy was loathe to suggest that it should.

"I didn't know Sansa. What is she like?"