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“Who gave you that black eye?!”

Officer Arthur Dayne did his best to give her a reassuring smile, grimacing as the attempt pulled at his split lip. “Robert Baratheon when I dared to arrest his son for assault and battery. Right now, he’s cooling his heels in the drunk tank awaiting charges for assaulting a police officer.”

Sansa nodded and folded her arms across her chest, wincing when she accidentally pressed against one of the bruises left by Joffrey’s cruelty. “And Joffrey?”

“He’s due to appear before a judge to have his bail set in a couple days. Given his and his mother’s history of disappearing when questions need answering, I don’t think you have anything to worry about.”

Sansa smiled, tentative relief filling her face. “Good, that’s good.” She studied the officer before. Arthur Dayne was the highest decorated officer still alive and serving in city history, and his legend was what had inspired both her brother to join the police academy. But the man standing before her was hardly a distant legend. Instead he was just a man, a man with kind eyes, the slightest hints of gray at his temples, and the evidence of the battery he’d suffered on her behalf on his face.

“Officer Dayne, when this is all over, would you like to get a cup of coffee?” It could be months before the legal system came to a decision about Joffrey, but that might just be the time she needed to heal from what she’d suffered under his hands. And if Arthur was willing to wait…

Those kind violet eyes crinkled as he smiled, this time not noticing the pain of his injured lip. “Absolutely.”