She smiled at the young girl for a fleeting moment. “Alayne; a pretty name, my lady. I am Aenys, of House Targaryen.”

Targaryen.
Sansa had heard stories of the Targaryens long ago. However, Alayne had no knowledge of it. She was not a highborn daughter, but a bastard. To keep her cover, she must shield the upcoming memories that would flood into her temples.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Lady Aenys.“
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