Chic Beyond the Wall

Sansa turned away from the spectacle, sickened by what she saw. As the horrendous display of cruelty and violence went on, another sound caught her attention. It was loud in her ears, the tapping of Abigail's clawed ring on the wooden table. She glanced over at Abigail, the previously joyous Lannister's face had turned dark. There was no joy in her expression, it was as if the light had been wiped from her face. Her hard gaze remained fixed on the horrid display as her ring dug into the table. Sansa's nerves were on edge, she felt as though something was about to happen and it wouldn't turn out well, and the longer she looked at Abigail, the more she was sure of it.