Poetry, for the prompt Game of Thrones: Littlefinger/Sansa Stark, when he’s away he writes her every day
Petyr Baelish is no poet.
He is a clerk, and he writes like a clerk; meticulously, each sentence a mathematical process totalling to an inevitable conclusion. Dearest Sansa, he writes, ending the letter Thinking of you with great affection,
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