@ach1llean said: whatever you desire, it's yours.
oh, how desperately she wants to believe him. to allow herself to be taken under by the daydream loras and margaery present her with, of highgarden – of their older brother, willas, kind and sweet. but where there should be hope, there is tentative uncertainty. fear. worry. continuously etched into the fine features of her face to the point that sansa looks more akin to a fawn than she does a wolf. she exhales a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, her lips forming a smile that does not reach her eyes as she rests her hand upon his arm. “you are very kind to say so.” gentle, dismissive words as she steps further down the garden path.
“ i am very appreciative of . . . everything your family has offered me, ser loras. ” but she worries. but sansa knows cersei will not merely allow her to leave. even once margaery was made queen, the rot would still remain – joffrey would still exist, no matter how tempered he made himself out to be; and cersei . . . sansa feared for the aftermath of the queen mother finding out she no longer held enough sway with her son.
“ i am afraid that – perhaps you all might be overestimating the amount of trouble i am worth. ” she says plainly, an admittance that had been a long time coming. was there not a reason robb had not come for her? that in the time before he'd been betrayed, he had not thought so much to set his sights to her. it was her fault that their father had died – her fault that he'd taken the position with robert baratheon in the first place. an incessant amount of begging that'd led to her father begrudgingly allowing her betrothal to joffrey. maybe she had simply earned her place here, had earned the mistreatment and misfortune.
“ i would not want to cause any hardships for margaery's marriage. ”
