SANSA ( @ofsansastarksโ )
โThank you,โ the phrase spilled from her lips without a second thought, like a toy repeating the phrase it was programmed to say when one yanks a cord in its back. Sansa immediately felt stupid. Was that even the right thing to say? Or was that something she had trained herself to do whenever someone - anyone - offered anything that even resembled an apology? It was probably the latter, honestly, but โthank youโ didnโt feel right given everything that happened.ย
She had been hearing similar sentiments every day since her father died and she still wasnโt entirely sure how to answer when someone offered their condolences. It had taken her nearly three weeks not to burst out into tears when someone so much as alluded to her father so now, the womanโs comment only had her stiffening ever so slightly, but not crying. Her eyes glassed ever so slightly but her spine was steel.
Sansaโs eyes flitted down her form and tried to remember who she was. She wasnโt someone that Sansa was overly familiar with. The younger woman mentally scratched out every possible connection - not from Stark Industries, not from Parliament, not from outreach work, not from Scotland - until she started remembering the guest list she and her mother spent the last week combing over. ( Honestly, their obsession with it, at least on Sansaโs end, was more of a way to focus on anything but the fact they were admitting the death of the Stark patriarch. ) It only took her a moment before she remembered her name - Daenerys Targaryen, whose family was apparently connected to some shady business based on the very brief google search Sansa allowed herself before moving on, and owner of The Three Dragons. The very thought of the club that Sansa nearly gone into far too many times nearly caused her to blush, but not today. Her shame of wanting alcohol and drugs and some fucking release was the last thing on her mind today.ย
This entire process happened over the course of a few seconds, allowing Sansa to reply, โThank you for coming, Ms. Targaryen,โ before it appeared too suspicious that she hadnโt known someone attending her own fatherโs memorial.ย
ย ย The lack of immediate recognition on Sansaโs face would have incensed most people โ too caught up in their own celebrity to ever think of what that might end up costing โ but Dany had nary a reaction at all. Instead, she watched the turn of Sansaโs lips and the way her face twitched as she thought; it was remembering little details that made Daenerys so dangerous... not that she was any threat to Sansa Stark.
ย ย She knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that once realization hit her there would be a shift. There often was when people realized the only known living heir to the Targaryen name was in their midst they got a bit less chatty โ a bit less comfortable. To Sansaโs credit, as she offered her greeting she did not immediately turn her nose up to try to give attitude... perhaps a symptom of where they were more than her liking Dany, but sheโd take it in that moment rather than the conflict.
ย ย โDeath is hard, and no one should have to go through it alone.โ came Danyโs words before she thought better of them, her nostrils flaring briefly as if she were trying to take them back, before soldiering on with a sense of purpose and showing no sign of her own foible, โEven if the people around you are not ones you know, an empty room is worse than anything... your mind fills... memories come...โ
ย ย Daenerys shook her head. The deaths sheโd suffered in her time had not been truly painful to her, and yet still she felt keenly the sting of Viserysโ death every day. As if somehow it would come back to haunt her even now as she sat at the head of the Three Dragons and was sure of her purpose. A fear sheโd outrun one of these days, that was for sure.
ย ย โI would ask if there were anything I could do for you, but I imagine my type of help isnโt really...โ Dany bit back the word โkosher.โ She wasnโt keen on insulting someone, and had been โ for years, hard pressed and hard fought by the things sheโd learned from her family โ learned what words were fine to say in what times, โuseful... but if there is, you let me know.โ
















