rip (return if possible)

All it took to Sansa’s life to turn upside down was a single night.

And now, there she was, alone in a far away land with a Targaryen bastard growing in her belly. And they said Arya was the one who resembled their aunt the most.

Book Canon AU | A thousand lies may build their kingdom.

Chapter one of the Runaway Sansa fic it's finally out out! (And one day earlier!)

…Joffrey lifted his crossbow and pointed it at her face. “You Starks are as unnatural as those wolves of yours. I’ve not forgotten how your monster savaged me.”

“That was Arya’s wolf,” she said. “Lady never hurt you, but you killed her anyway.”

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Her castellan, Lord Stout, writes that every last vestige of the Bolton’s has been removed. What could be saved and repurposed has been set aside for her review and he has compiled a list of new household staff.

The progress should please her. Instead, it makes everything feel more urgent.

Sansa takes a fresh sheet of parchment and dips her quill to reply. Before she seals the letter, she adds one final line:

I believe my arrival will be sooner than anticipated.

The daughter of a legendary thief, who sewed winter coats out of stolen purses. Herself a thief, pickpocket, swindler. The savior who came to tear my life apart. My Tamako. My Sook-hee.

When Jon was a little boy, mom had sat him down and told him that their family had a special gift. A polite way to put it, since it's not really a gift. More like a curse. "It's normal to want to help them," mom had told him, holding his little hand in hers. "It's normal to be curious and want to talk to them, but you can't. You have to pretend you don't see them."