Even her tears she hoards to herself. He had expected anguish and anger when he told her of her brother’s death, but Sansa’s face had remained so still that for a moment he feared she had not understood. It was only later, with a heavy oaken door between them, that he heard her sobbing. She had lost her home, her place in the world, and everyone she had ever loved or trusted. Winter is coming, warned the Stark words, and truly it had come for them with a vengeance.
I was in Marks and Spencer holding an avocado – having the debate of what goes best in a salmon salad – when I got the call from my agent, and it was kind of bewildered excitement, confusion, ‘Really? Oh goodness’, all sorts of emotions…After I hung up, I though, ‘I really can’t carry on shopping’, so I just put the basket down and left Marks and Spencer, and just went for a littler walk and tried to digest.