Game of Thrones, Season 4

Lysa Arryn:
Your mother always had a sweet tooth, you know?

Sansa Stark:
Really?

Lysa Arryn:
Oh, yes. At suppertime, she would go straight for honey cakes, candied almonds, custard. Anything sweet. Eventually, your grandfather had to assign a septa to watch her at meals. Cat was the firstborn daughter after all. It was important that she remain desirable so Father could arrange a good match for her and she was starting to get fat.

Sansa Stark:
[incredulous] My mother fat? She never let me have my pudding until I'd finished all my proper food.

Lysa Arryn:
This is before she married your father and moved to the North. By the time you were born, your father's austerity had become hers. Marriage changes people. [notices Sansa has stopped eating] I didn't mean for you to stop. Go on, enjoy them. How do you like them?

Sansa Stark:
They're delicious. Where did you get the lemons? You can't grow them up here.

Lysa Arryn:
Oh, gods, no. Petyr had three crates brought all the way from King's Landing. He knew you liked lemon cakes.

Sansa Stark:
He's so kind.

Lysa Arryn:
He really cares for you. Think where you'd be without him. In their clutches and tried for murder.

Sansa Stark:
Yes. I'm very lucky.

Lysa Arryn:
He feels responsible for you.

Sansa Stark:
Oh, I know he does. I'm so grateful.

Lysa Arryn:
[sharply] Why? Why does he feel responsible for you?

Sansa Stark:
Well, I'm half Tully. He loved your... family so much.

Lysa Arryn:
Loved your mother.

Sansa Stark:
No.

Lysa Arryn:
That's what you wanted to say.

Sansa Stark:
He loves you, Aunt Lysa. He's married to you.

Lysa Arryn:
Your mother never loved him. Never. Cat always went straight for the sweetest thing. The most obvious thing. Your Uncle Brandon. Your handsome, arrogant, cruel Uncle Brandon. He almost killed Petyr in a duel. And your mother loved him anyway. And now Petyr is risking his life to save you, the daughter of a woman who didn't love him no more than those whores in his brothels. Has he told you about them?

Sansa Stark:
No.

Lysa Arryn:
He hasn't told you about the vile things they do with their bodies? [squeezes Sansa's hands] The vile things they let him do with their bodies?

Sansa Stark:
No, never.

Lysa Arryn:
Are you pregnant?

Sansa Stark:
What? No, I told you. Lord Tyrion and I never-

Lysa Arryn:
I wasn't asking about Tyrion. What have you let Petyr do with your body?

Sansa Stark:
Aunt Lysa, no, I-

Lysa Arryn:
Your young, pretty body.

Sansa Stark:
Nothing. I'm a virgin.

Lysa Arryn:
Don't lie to me.

Sansa Stark:
You're hurting me.

Lysa Arryn:
I'll know if you lie.

Sansa Stark:
I'm a virgin, I swear it. He loves you, Aunt Lysa. All he says is that I'm stupid. I'm a stupid little girl with stupid dreams who never learns and I'm a terrible liar, so I should always tell the truth. And I swear to you that he has never touched me. Not once, not ever.

Lysa Arryn:
Shh. Shh. Shh. It's all right. It will all be all right. You'll be a widow soon. They'll execute that dwarf for murdering the king and you'll be free to marry Robin. You'll be the Lady of the Vale.