#basically the equivalent of sansa drunk texting lel

[kingwallywest-blog]

The North Remembers the Dragon’s Sacrifice

With the first bloom of summer comes a rumor. In the winds of the East that blow West, Arya writes that she hears a dragon. 

At the edge of the world, they speak of a dead queen, raised from ashes of fire and blood by the witches of Volantis, the letter says. Sansa decides to throw the scrap of paper in the fire. It is just a rumor after all. 

A moon’s turn passes before a raven lands in Winterfell. It’s from the Hand of the King. Sansa’s eyes follow the unmistakable script of Tyrion’s handwriting. The King sent crows across the Narrow Sea. He felt the burn of a thousand suns when they dropped to the water below. 

Sansa has a thought to write to Jon, but she thinks better of it. She knows he will spend a lifetime trying to repent for killing the Dragon Queen. To share with him that a silly rumor exists would destroy him.

If such a rumor spreads, it might destroy the realm. She regrets little about retaining the North’s independence. For how hard she fought to uphold the will of the Northerners - how hard she continues to fight as their Queen - Sansa recognizes the tragic end of the Last War. 

The end of a dozen noble houses. Millions of innocents used and burned. Two queens dead; one in the arms of a brother and the other stabbed in the back by her lover. These are the thoughts that Sansa has every night before bed, and it is no wonder that only a few sips of milk of the poppy will let her have a peaceful sleep anymore. 

It isn’t until word reaches North that Yara Greyjoy has started a voyage East that Sansa spends her nights thinking about it. Surely, if the rumors are true, there would be an army marching to King’s Landing right now to finish what had been started. It’s a thought that keeps her up for weeks, and on a night that she has a wine glass too many, Sansa pulls out parchment and ink.  

Winter came and left. The North remembers the Dragon’s sacrifice. 

She attaches the scroll to the foot of a raven and sends it off in hopes that it finds a ghost.