“You grow very quiet,” Tyrion Lannister observed. “Is this what you want? An end to your betrothal?”
“I…” Sansa did not know what to say. Is it a trick? Will he punish me if I tell the truth? She stared at the dwarf’s brutal bulging brow, the hard black eye and the shrewd green one, the crooked teeth and wiry beard. “I only want to be loyal.”
Sansa Stark, A Clash of Kings