That was when Lord Baelish had said, "Oh, I don’t know, Septa. Some of her lord father’s decisions could do with a bit of questioning. The young lady is as wise as she is lovely." He made a sweeping bow to Sansa, so deep she was not quite sure if she was being complimented or mocked.
Septa Mordane had been very upset to realize that Lord Baelish had overheard them. "The girl was just talking, my lord," she’d said. "Foolish chatter. She meant nothing by the comment."
Lord Baelish stroked his little pointed beard and said, "Nothing? Tell me, child, why would you have sent Sir Loras?"
Sansa had no choice but to explain about heroes and monsters. The king’s councillor smiled. "Well, those are not the reasons I’d have given, but..." He had touched her cheek, his thumb lightly tracing the line of a cheekbone. "Life is not a song, sweetling. You may learn that one day to your sorrow."
Sansa did not feel like telling all that to Jeyne, however; it made her uneasy just to think back on it.
Sir Ilyn’s the King’s Justice, not Sir Loras, Jcyne said. "Lord Eddard should have sent him."
Sansa shuddered. Every time she looked at Sir Ilyn Payne, she shivered. He made her feel as though somethingdead were slithering over her naked skin. "Sir Ilyn’s almost like a second monster. I’m glad Father didn’t pick him."