Roar of Fury

Robb tilted his head thoughtfully in her direction, noticing that she had been personally hurt by it and Robb could not ignore the fact that he knew his siblings were, as well. “I admire your honesty, Myrcella," he uncrossed his arms and rested one of his elbows against the railing he leaned against, “and I can’t say that I  disagree. It is an unfair position our families have put Sansa in, but we just have to believe that it’s… Well, we have to accept that we have absolutely no power over it, for one and for another, that our fathers are great men. I don’t know about your dad, but mine shows me that everyday—he’s very honorable. I trust him and I have to trust that whatever is happening, that my father knows no matter what that it will end well and not just for Sansa, but for both of our families."

Myrcella blushed, not meeting his eyes that were surely on her. She could hardly be proud of what she said. Her grandfather had once said, "Don't allow the fire from within to leave and don't bring in fire from outside," which was a roundabout way of saying family business stays in the family and outside drama should stay just that: outside. "Sansa's a sweet person. And kind too. Perhaps she will be just what Joffrey needs to mend his ways." It was a fool's hope but Myrcella would be happy to be the fool if it would allow sweet Sansa a chance at happiness.