Sansa's pov.
I made my way back to the throne room in a hurry. Immediately I was in, I shut the door like I was being chased by a feral wolf.
"Sansa, you're back. Are you okay? Did the chief hurt you again?" Lisa asked as she dropped her napkin approaching me.
But I brushed past her attempting to avoid skin contact. While trying to steady my breath. "What do you think Lisa? Has he ever not hurt anyone when he's like that?" I asked her, fighting the urge to sound rude considering the fact she was concerned about me.
But she did not answer.
So I asked her instead
"What do I do now? He says I should come join you so we'd finish up fast."
"Just dust and clean the chairs. I'm already done mopping and sweeping. I'll clean the antiques" Lisa said as she threw me another napkin from where her cleaning equipment was situated.
I caught it and got to work immediately.
