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She sounded so like Sansa, so happy and innocent with her dreams
So there is magic beyond the Wall after all. He found himself thinking of his sisters, perhaps because he'd dreamed of them last night. Sansa would call this an enchantment, and tears would fill her eyes at the wonder of it
So the singer played for her, so soft and sad that Arya only heard snatches of the words, though the tune was half-familiar. Sansa would know it, I bet. Her sister had known all the songs, and she could even play a little, and sing so sweetly
Lady Catelyn had said that Sansa was a gentle soul who loved lemon cakes, silken gowns, and songs of chivalry, yet the girl had seen her father's head lopped off and been forced to marry one of his killers afterward. If half the tales were true, the dwarf was the cruelest Lannister of all. If she did poison King Joffrey, the Imp surely forced her hand. She was alone and friendless at that court
“I like the fighting stories. My sister Sansa likes the kissing stories”
Sansa Month 2023 : day thirty-one - sansa through other povs (free choice)
#sansa stark#source: a game of thrones#source: a clash of kings#source: a storm of swords#source: a dance with dragons#source: a crown of wild flowers by marie spartali stillman (1882)#source: snow maiden by victor vasnetsov (1899)#source: roman widow by dante gabriel rossetti (1874)#source: beata beatrix by dante gabriel rossetti (1864-70)#source: beatrice by marie spartali stillman (1896)#sansamonth2023#sansastarkappreciationfest2023
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