Sansa, Sansa, Sansa. I envisioned several ways by which she could have been spared the brutal wedding night deflowering by Ramsay: In descending order of probability – Brienne bursting through the door and cutting Ramsay in half with Oathkeeper; Theon regaining a microscopic shred of his manhood and slitting Ramsay's throat from behind; or Sansa producing a well-hidden dagger and doing the deed herself.
For once, Tyrion's incessant tongue proved useful. Funny the slavers took the Imp's word that the body part they thought most marketable was not proportional to his stature. How long before they find out that his severed head would fetch the best price?
It came as no surprise to me that Jaime and Bronn – despite their fiendishly clever, impenetrable disguises as Dorne guards – quickly failed in their attempt to rescue Myrcella. Bronn's initial reaction to squaring off against the Sand Snakes and his off-handed compliment at the end were both funny.
For once, Tyrion's incessant tongue proved useful. Funny the slavers took the Imp's word that the body part they thought most marketable was not proportional to his stature. How long before they find out that his severed head would fetch the best price?
It came as no surprise to me that Jaime and Bronn – despite their fiendishly clever, impenetrable disguises as Dorne guards – quickly failed in their attempt to rescue Myrcella. Bronn's initial reaction to squaring off against the Sand Snakes and his off-handed compliment at the end were both funny.