Sansa Stark

the Stark sisters + identity arc

Sansa Stark in Game of Thrones 7.04 - The Spoils of War

I’m a slow learner…                                 but I learn.

This all goes horribly wrong, of course, because Sansa lacks some fundamental understanding about the way the world works in truth and still sees Joffrey through the rose-colored shine of a song, but the ability is there more than it would be in most 11-year-olds and she shows the ability to develop the skill give the right training and focus (which LF sees and acts on later).

Bran Stark + Surprise Bitch Moments

house stark

She had last seen snow the day she’d left Winterfell. That was a lighter fall than this, she remembered. Robb had melting flakes in his hair when he hugged me, and the snowball Arya tried to make kept coming apart in her hands. It hurt to remember how happy she had been that morning. –ASOS, Sansa VI

― Ernest Hemingway

(requested by anonymous)

“Westeros has two queens now, and the young one is as beautiful as the old one,” boomed Lyle Crakehall, an oaf of a knight who oft reminded Cersei of her late and unlamented husband. She could have slapped him. …. Cersei glanced past Tommen, to where Margaery sat laughing with her father. She is pretty enough, she had to admit, but most of that is youth. Even peasant girls are pretty at a certain age, when they are still fresh and innocent and unspoiled, and most of them have the same brown hair and brown eyes as she does. Only a fool would ever claim she was more beautiful than I. The world was full of fools, however. So was her son’s court. Her mood was not improved when Mace Tyrell arose to lead the toasts. He raised a golden goblet high, smiling at his pretty little daughter, and in a booming voice said, “To the king and queen!” The other sheep all baaaaaaed along with him. “The king and queen!” they cried, smashing their cups together. “The king and queen!” She had no choice but to drink along with them, all the time wishing that the guests had but a single face, so she could throw her wine into their eyes and remind them that she was the true queen. The only one of Tyrell’s lickspittles who seemed to remember her at all was Paxter Redwyne, who rose to make his own toast, swaying slightly. “To both our queens!” he chirruped. “To the young queen and the old!” – A Feast For Crows

Sansa Stark by cvrnk

The gods heard my prayer, she thought. She felt so numb and dreamy. My skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel. 

Lady Brienne is a warrior maid.

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Tormund: whAT