( Sansa is keenly aware now that class matters less than the mettle of a person, the measure of their heart. Jon is a bastard and one of the finest men she knows and Joffrey had been trueborn - more or less - and he'd been one of the most awful. She doesn't think class and names matter so much anymore. )

Well, it's not exactly all dances and good things. Sometimes I wish I weren't, that I had the freedom to make my own choices. This place is good for that, though, isn't it?