Drink (гет)

“Now, sweetling, didn’t I tell you not to drink anything more tonight? You’ve had enough.” An amused voice spoke beside her, husky and yet with a certain softness to it. Sansa looked up and saw a man in his late thirties perhaps, smiling widely. But the smile did not reach his forest-green eyes, no, those were focused on Sansa with not a single hint of amusement in them. They were cold, hard and assessing.