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Narrowing her eyes at Sandor she shook her head then stood up from her place behind her desk, “Someone has to stay here, Jon was banish, Arya could never sit still even if someone managed to tie her up.” pushing a hand through her hair she took a deep breath, “there must always be a Stark in Winterfell.” her father’s words ringing true in her mind, her family had been ruling the north for thousands of years - and she’d continue to do so for her entire life.
“Even if I wanted to go somewhere else, where would I go? I’ve done enough traveling to last me a life time,” she spat back at him, “Not everyone is content to be always on the move, this is the happiest I’ve been in years and I won’t let you ruin my good mood.” Sansa turned from him with a huff to leave the room, her mind swirling with anger - how dare he it felt as if someone was once again second guessing her, only this time it was someone she trusted implicitly with important decisions. It hurt.
