Jeyne stood half a step behind Sansa, her right hand gripping Sansa's arm. She wore a dark blue overdress that day, her hair tied back with a ribbon, with a few loose strands resting against her temples.
When she saw Viserys approach, she quietly released Sansa's arm and, where no one noticed, could not help inching half a step forward.
Roslin stood slightly behind and between the two of them, tilting her head as she studied Viserys from head to toe. He wore a dark green nightshirt beneath a light gray shawl, as though he had not yet had time to change into proper clothes.
Her hair had come a little loose, and a few damp brown strands hung beside her ears. She still held the silver hair clasp Viserys had given her.
"Your Majesty, you've returned safely." Sansa was the first to speak, her voice gentle. "You spent last night out by the Kingswood and only came back this morning. I heard a group of... Free Folk arrived outside the Red Keep. Are you all right?"
"I'm fine." Viserys stopped before her, his gaze passing over their faces as he said evenly, "Yesterday's hunt went well, and we spent the night at a camp outside the Kingswood. If you want the details, you can ask Arya. As for the people outside the Red Keep, they had already agreed to join us. The Hound arrived with his men, and I've just settled them in."
Sansa nodded, but she still sounded worried as she said, "I heard many of them were injured. Did they fight someone on the road? Was anyone killed? Your Majesty, aren't you... worried that someone with ulterior motives might have slipped in among them?"
Sansa said this because she was still somewhat afraid of The Hound. She