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... Sansa’s eyes fluttered, initially dazed before recognition hit. She bolted upright, letting out a sharp "oh!" as the rhythmic soreness in her body flared in protest.
"Alaric? What... what time is it?" she hissed, pulling the furs to her chest, her face flushing a deep, feverish pink.
"The sun is on the battlements," Alaric said, his eyes steady. "The tourney begins soon, and the city is already gathering. Dress quickly, before Septa Mordane comes to check on the you?’."
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