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MAIDEN:

“One of Persephones common Epiphets is Kore, meaning ‘the maiden’

“I dreamt of a maiden at a feast with purple serpents in her hair (...) I dreamt of that maid again, slaying a savage giant in a castle maid of snow.” — ASOS, Arya VIII

BEAUTIFUL:

“She [Demeter] was answered by Persephone, the most beautiful.”

“Ser Ossifer speaks truly, you are the most beautiful maid in all the Seven Kingdoms.” TWOW - Alayne I

FLOWERS:

She was picking flowers: roses, crocus, and beautiful violets.

When the white horse stopped in front of her, she thought her heart would burst. To the other maidens he had given white roses, but the one he plucked for her was red. “Sweet lady,” he said, “No victory is half so beautiful as you.” Sansa took the flower timidly, struck dumb by his gallantry. His hair was a mass of lazy brown curls, his eyes like liquid gold. She inhaled the sweet fragrance of the rose and sat clutching it long after Ser Loras had ridden off. […] Septa Mordane quickly took a hand. “Sweet child, this is Lord Petyr Baelish, of the king’s small council.” “Your mother was my queen of beauty once.” The man said quietly. — A Game Of Thrones, Sansa II

NARCISSUS (JONQUIL) IMAGAERY:

"It [the narcissus] was a wondrous thing in its splendor. To look at it gives a sense of holy awe to the immortal gods as well as mortal humans. It has a hundred heads growing from the root up. Its sweet fragrance spread over the wide skies up above. And the earth below smiled back in all its radiance. So too the churning mass of the salty sea. She [Persephone] was filled with a sense of wonder, and she reached out with both hands to take hold of the pretty plaything."

Dontos chuckled. "My Jonquil's a clever girl, isn't she?" -- ACOK Sansa IV

PLOTS TO MARRY HER:

She was given away by Zeus, the loud-thunderer, the one who sees far and wide. (...) She was being taken, against her will, at the behest of Zeus, by her father’s brother.

‘Petyr Baelish had offered to wed the girl himself, she recalled.’ – Cersei II, ADWD.

GOD OF RICHES AND COIN:

Hades is Ploutos [Wealth personified], who gives riches to mortal humans.

He serves as master of coin on the small council of King Robert I Baratheon.

ABDUCTION:

“The son of Kronos. The one known by many names. He seized her against her will, put her on his golden chariot, And drove away as she wept.

“As was bringing me here, when you swore to take me home."” — ASOS, Sansa VII

GRIEVING MOTHER :

“She sped off like a bird, soaring over land and sea, looking and looking. But no one was willing to tell her the truth [etêtuma], not one of the gods, not one of the mortal humans, not one of the birds, messengers of the truth [etêtuma]. Thereafter, for nine days did the Lady Demeter wander all over the earth, holding torches ablaze in her hands. Not once did she take of ambrosia and nectar, sweet to drink, in her grief, nor did she bathe her skin in water.”

“I should have let Lysa push him out her Moon Door. My poor sweet Sansa . . . why would anyone do this to her?” — ASOS, Catelyn IV

POMEGRANATE:

“but he, stealthily, put into my hand the berry of the pomegranate, that honey-sweet food, and he compelled me by biâ to eat of it..”

“Petyr cut a pomegranate in two with his dagger, offering half to Sansa. “You should try and eat, my lady.” “Thank you, my lord.” Pomegranate seeds were so messy. — ASOS, Sansa VII

SUBJECT OF JEALOUSY:

“Mint, men say, was once a maid beneath the earth, a Nymph of Cocytus, and she lay in the bed of Aidoneus; but when he raped the maid Persephone from the Aetnaean hill, then she complained loudly with overweening words and raved foolishly for jealousy […]”

“You can't want her. You can't. She's a stupid empty-headed little girl. She doesn't love you the way I have. I've always loved you. I've proved it, haven't I?” — ASOS, Sansa VII

HYMNS :

“Hymn to Phersephone. Daughter of Zeus, Persephone divine, come, blessed queen, and to these rites incline: only-befotten, Plouton's [Haides'] honoured wife, O venerable Goddess, source of life: 'tis thine in earth's profundities to dwell, fast by the wide and dismal gates of hell.”