The night before a sizeable adventure in the making, Sarah has some reservations about her traveling companions. (No, not those ones.)
Bushy and Green are shortly to be dead.
His reputation for honesty isn't unearned.
Close is worse than nothing.
Sol always knows the nicest things to say.
Newt decides to escape the world for a little while by getting into videogames. Then he meets a boy...
How to be found, willing or unwilling.
Sansa expects imprisonment and death from the Mad Queen. She doesn't get it.
Jack convinces a hungry Zhao Zi to stay in bed with him and have some fun.
There is a susurration of cloth as he makes his genuflection. He does not intend to fall on his knees, but it happens. The resignation and dignity he has sought to cultivate throughout his confinement dissolves like wet sugar in the face of that which he has held out for, despite himself, despite all that he knows about the workings of the King of England, which is everything. Or so he has thought, often, and never correctly.