Lynn's words sent a towering wave crashing through Sansa's heart.
Master of Coin?
To her, those words sounded like a story from another world.
Distant, unfamiliar, even a little absurd.
Sansa's face went blank.
Her beautiful blue eyes widened, her lips parted slightly, and for a long while, she could not say a word.
She felt as though her mind had been stuffed with a tangled mess, leaving her unable to think.
Could a woman become Master of Coin?
"Me?"
Sansa finally found her voice.
"Lord Lynn... you... you must be joking."
She instinctively shook her head over and over.
As though that could deny the mad idea.
"I don't know anything... I can't do sums. I can't even understand a ledger..."
"All I can do is sing, embroider, and recite the holy scriptures of the Seven..."
Sansa's voice grew quieter and quieter. The confidence Lynn had just built up in her began to crumble.
She was a lady.
A proper, perfect lady.
From childhood, she had been taught how to smile, how to walk, how to please and serve her future husband, and how to manage a castle's household.
But none of those lessons had ever taught her how to manage a kingdom's purse.
That was a realm reserved for men, a world forever beyond her reach.
"Who told you the Master of Coin needs to know how to do sums?"
Lynn's calm voice interrupted her self-doubt.
He looked at Sansa, his deep eyes showing no hint of a joke.
"Sansa, does Petyr Baelish know how to do sums?"
"Of course he does."
"He can even account for every Gold Dragon in the kingdom, then find a way to turn them into Gold Dragons in his own pocket."
Lynn walked over to Sansa and took her hand, guiding her