"A lovely name," though one that Margaery can't say she has heard before. "How did you come up with it?" It didn't sound like a name from their world. She would have thought Sansa would have chosen a name from a song.

She had always been able to read Sansa well, even before the later tutelage of Petyr Baelish. She knew the expression Sansa always bore when she had lost her heart to a man, recalling how she was about Loras. It wasn't hard to guess what had happened.

"Who is he?" Margaery asked, lowering her voice in case Robb was about.