"The crown lies heavy," Sansa says, expressing empathy for Kelson's uncle. It's part of the reason she's the one who bears it and not any of her family members. Still, they are scattered by choice just as she is the Stark in Winterfell by choice.

"My family are pursuing their own paths. Technically, my brother is exiled, but I think he's much happier where he is. My sister is exploring the seas and my other brother rules the kingdoms to the south. I am where I am meant to be - except right at the moment. I hope we can convince this Lawspeaker to let us go."

Sansa finishes her wine and considers another glass. It could get her drunk and that is not wise, not in this place.

"Tell me about your Gwynedd. I've never left Westeros."