Chapter 67. A Graveyard

Sansa's pov 

 Bella's laughter boomed down the corridor, surprising me. As she stood up, a dazzling smile spread across her face as she turned to face me.

"Have you ever shed tears of pure joy?" she inquired, her enthusiasm apparent.

I was caught aback by her abrupt change of manner, and as she approached me, her joy contrasted with her recent anguish, I could only shake my head.

"I've always wondered what it would be like to cry happy tears. I finally know today," she continued, her smile unwavering.

"Isn't that a little much? Shouldn't you, even if you loathed your husband, at least wait until the burial is over?" I spoke with caution.

"What do you think you know? Nothing!" Her rage erupted, and I immediately regretted unwittingly causing her grief.

"I wasn't his wife; I was merely a toy he used to break me, inflict pain on me, and subject me to everything that could harm me. I wasn't Beta's wife; I was just an obedient puppet wh