"I meant only to enforce the fact that you have options, Sansa. I think you've had precious few of those." He said it in a soft tone, meaning to soothe. "Married twice without consent, treated horribly, and still you want to care for your people. And that is why I wish not to stay here. I'm a Prince here. I don't want to be tied to royalty and people that can be cruel. Not to mention that most of them would prefer I not sit anywhere near the throne since they consider me a child." Not that he blamed them. There was another a few seats behind him in line to the throne who was older than his father by another millennium. That one despised him and his proximity, and Rowan could do nothing about it but just stay away from the court politics.

He stood in front of her, a good few inches taller than her, and looked down at the mass of red braided up. "So you did. And I did indeed say that. Would you like me to do so in bed? That way, if you find yourself drifting off, you can just allow yourself the leisure of sleep. And I mean that in a strictly comforting way. I'll make no attempts to bed you tonight. No unwanted touching at all."