" […] When I heard how you saved his life at Joff’s tourney, I knew he would be the perfect catspaw."
Sansa felt sick. “He said he was my Florian.”
"Do you perchance recall what I said to you that day your father sat on the Iron Throne?"
The moment came back to her vividly. “You told me that life was not a song. That I would learn that one day, to my sorrow.” She felt tears in her eyes, but whether she wept for Ser Dontos Hollard, for Joff, for Tyrion, or for herself, Sansa could not say.