It was frustrating actually, that people would cowtow to her will just because she was Queen. If someone had a good argument, she would be happy to hear it.

"Yes, but none of us have sought to hide our grief at the bottom of a bottle." She could have, easily. But she'd had to keep her wits about her, even in the face of such tremendous losses. Apparently Robb was spared that particular requirement. He could cry and drink and whore. No Queen would ever be allowed that.

Robb could be sad, he could mope, and he could find a girl he wanted and no one said anything. Sansa could do none of those things. She had to carry on, pretend there was nothing wrong, like she wasn't praying every day for the death of those who kept her. Cersei had found wine allowed her freedom under the guise of drink. But never Sansa.

"No. It is a gift." She wouldn't take money from her brother.