"The view?" She shook her head, forcing herself to smile, to table her worries. Alayne Stone would have no concerns about her mother - Sansa did, but Sansa was not the one having this conversation. Sansa was lost, having run from King's Landing after her husband had killed the King. "No, I haven't. Is it- Wouldn't it just be black?"

That's what Zoe had called it. The Black. She was afraid to look, even though she did not know why. The thought of that neverending blackness - she had heard in King's Landing that at times men on the ocean would go mad from the sheer unending of it all.