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Sansa knows that there is truth to what Tyrion says, that the words themselves are not deceptive. The man who offers them, however, is another matter and although the Hand of the King has done nothing to affront Sansa personally, his name looms large about him. There, in the lions stitched in gold thread on the breast of his doublet and there in his sandy color of his hair. Lannister, they each decry. And oh, how the Starks found new ways daily to suffer beneath Lannister hands. She doubts Tyrion's motives, though she is not quick to forget how plainly he spoke of Joffrey's unwieldiness. Very few would look to speak ill of the king, even if there was truth in the pronouncement, and so the Imp does not suffer the brunt of Sansa' distrust. Still, she is wary. Lord Baelish has begun to teach her as much. ( at hisdebts ) ( threads )( ❖ ❖ ❖ ) ( playlist )( ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ )