Sansa Stark

Sansa’s hand trembled as she took a seat at her desk. What had she just discovered about her sister? Faces. Becoming people? Needing them? And then there was Bran with the visions. Did Jon have mysterious powers as well? Was she the only Stark who didn’t?

Without thinking she reached for some parchment. 

Theon,

Things are growing ever stranger here. Bran and Arya are home, but Bran keeps saying he’s a raven with three eyes. He has visions. Arya just threatened to cut off my face. When I found her bag, there were faces in it. Real human faces Theon! I’m scared. I'm freed from Ramsay, but now my own sister says she could ‘become me’ with my face. I don't know her anymore. Everything is so cryptic and I don’t understand. I wish you were here. 

-Sansa

“Sansa!” Theon hadn’t seen her since they parted ways at Winterfell; the sight of her brought a faint smile to his face. He returned her embrace, wrapping his arms around her tightly and burying his face in her shoulder.

Home… Theon still wasn’t certain whether this place had ever been his home, or ever could be, but if Sansa was inviting to think of it as such, then perhaps he could. Having her here made it feel more like home, anyhow. Tears came to his eyes unbidden, dampening the fabric under his cheek.

Sansa rubbed his back just as he had when they’d escaped. It had been such a small gesture, but it meant something. That someone cared enough to offer comfort. She knew that his sisters fleet had been attacked, but was sure that bringing it up at the moment wouldn’t be helpful, or comforting to Theon. Not when he already seemed vulnerable.

“It’s not a place which is taken to easily,” Shireen replied. “I imagine you will grow used to the weather though.” It was rather similar to the weather on Dragonstone, so she had never found it much of a surprise herself, though Shireen had noticed that it was a little drier than the nearby island.

She nodded and gave a polite smile. “Yes, I would like that. I can show you around some of the gardens if you like? Or is there somewhere in particular you would like to go?” 

 “I would very much enjoy that!” Sansa smiled. Shireen seemed like a kind girl, and if there was one thing Sansa Stark needed here, it was friends.

Joanna gave a quick curtsey. She was still getting used to the knowledge that her father had married a second time, but she was determined to be kind and polite to Sansa Stark, and very much hoped that her new stepmother would like her. “It is a pleasure to meet you as well, stepmother. I hope you are well?” 

“Father told me that some of the Starks had come back with Uncle Robert from Winterfell and would be staying here in King’s Landing, and he said I should greet you properly,” Shireen replied with a small, shy smile. She hadn’t been in the capital for long herself- she had come to visit Stannis, as he had been away from Dragonstone for a long time, serving on Robert’s small council. 

“Lady Sansa. I trust you find King’s Landing impressive–”

“–though, coming from Winterfell, I imagine nearly anywhere would be.”