"I can't stay," Sansa protested, even as she was taken by the arm and propelled to the doors. True, she'd come to Roland asking for a place to stay, but now that it was in front of her, she balked. "I..." her voice trailed away as the Shard enveloped her, the doors closing behind them. She felt trapped. Panicky.

You are no fledgling, to fall apart at the slightest touch. Stiff upper lip! Sansa closed her eyes briefly, to calm herself. She could feel Gabriel standing near her, a faint tug on her heart that felt like home. In the turmoil of her mind, the sensation made her feel ill. She opened her eyes, shaking off the guiding hand of the Ventrue at her elbow. "I apologize. Of course I will do as the Prince commands."

She wasn't quite sure which Prince she was referring to.