#thornedheir

𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐀   𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐒   𝐇𝐄𝐑   𝐒𝐇𝐘   𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄   to   the   ground,   feeling   embarrassed   of   herself.   she   had   known   better   than   to   watch   his   leg ——   to   save   him   some   pride,   if   it   was   all   she   could   offer.   but   CURIOSITY   had   gotten   the   better   of   her,   &   if   he   was   as   kind   as   she   had   heard,   then   perhaps   he   would   not   mind   so   much   that   she   satiate   it.   after   all,   the   crown   kept   her   on   close   watch ;   sansa   had   not   met   anyone   new   in   such   a   long   time.   her   days   were   sad   &   lonely,   with   naught   but   her   strings,   which   she   had   been   given   long   ago   ( when   her   father   was   still   a   man   of   the   seven   kingdoms ).   lord   willas   had   made   himself   a   SHINING   KNIGHT   in   her   mind,   even   if   the   man   before   her   did   not   mirror   the   traditional   image   of   one.

she   sets   the   instrument   down   at   her   side   &   quietly   rises,   skirts   shifting   across   her   lap   softly.   nerves   clutch   at   her   &   she   laces   her   fingers   together   quietly.   if   lady   olenna   had   told   him   anything ——   of   THE   NEED   FOR   SECRECY   in   their   plans,   or   of   her   status   in   kings   landing ——   she   must   look   quite   the   PITIFUL   young   girl.   but   sansa   was   not   sure   how   much   had   been   told,   so   she   held   her   stance   with   eyes   downturned   &   a   quiet   voice :

‘      ——   my   lord ...   i'm   sorry   i   did   not   greet   you   sooner   before ...   i ——   i   was   not   feeling   well …      ’

❛ @thornedheir​  ❜  SENT A RAVEN

❛ this place isn’t safe when you’re alone. ❜

Alys tried to not make it obvious how STARTLED she was — but seeing as she must have jumped half a foot off the ground at the sudden sound of an unfamiliar voice behind her, she knew she had not been entirely SUCCESSFUL. Knowing that she probably looked comical just a few seconds ago, she turned around to see the owner of the voice with a CHILDISHLY SULLEN expression on her face. Not just due to her embarrassing reaction, but also for having her solitude invaded, as it was difficult to come by in this STRANGE place.

Her earlier observation about the voice being unfamiliar was only half-right. She did recognise the man immediately, as the Lady Margaery had introduced her entire family to everyone at court a few weeks ago with her usual FLAIR. But Alys never spoke to any of them, or anyone else, afterwards... preferring to keep to the company of those who travelled south with her as opposed to new faces she had met here.

“In these gardens, Lord Willas?” She asked in a wry voice, as the only danger of being in these gardens, alone or otherwise, was being BORED TO DEATH. “Or King’s Landing in general?”

@thornedheir: “Please consider me as an alternative to suicide.”

———– Princess Bride Starter Sentences || Always accepting tbh

There was no reason for her to be so distraught - so surprised by the truth of it all. Sansa knew what the game was like, she knew that she should guard her heart more carefully, but still she had believed that Margaery and Lady Olenna had cared for her. 

She had believed that yes, while it would surely be advantageous for them to have the heir of Winterfell, that the plot had been born of an affection between herself and Margaery. That they’d had something real.

The simple truth was that they had used her. 

So upsetting was it all, that Sansa had refused to leave her chambers - taking instead to pacing the gorgeous room. When she could manage to sit still, she did so at the window - staring at the kingdom far below the ivory walls of Highgarden. 

She remained engaged, promised to a man she knew only from reputation. Oh, she had met him, exchanged pleasantries and given her gratitude for his part in her liberation, but with all this revealed - how could she suppose the truth of Margaery’s testament? How could she trust that this marriage would be any less of a prison than the Red Keep?

 Dully, a pang of regret beat within her chest. She should not have abandoned Lord Baelish, and the path home he had promised her. 

Yet,  her ruminations were shattered by the creak of the heavy door and the voice of her intended.For a few heavy seconds she could think of no response, lips parted in surprise and pale eyes wide. 

@thornedheir​ said: “I think I’m falling in love with you.” - to Sansa

The wind blew her skirts as they sat in the gardens. The sun was sparkling in the sky, her hair has been dyed brown, badly. The red roots are peaking threw the top. She knew that Willas had to know who she was. Margaery hadn't been subtle when she sent her to Highgarden for hiding. She was here as Alayne Rivers, a bastard highborn daughter who was sent to help Willas. She's fond of him. She could see herself falling in love with him as well.

𝐈𝐓'𝐒   𝐓𝐎𝐎   𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄,   she   wants   to   say.   she’s   already   been   hurt.   where   was   he   when   joffrey   had   shown   sansa   her   own   father’s   head   on   a   spike,   or   her   brother,   mother,   &   uncle   were   slain   at   a   wedding   under   another   lord’s   protection ?   she’s   grown   hard   to   the   physical   pain ;   the   purple   welts   on   her   arms   have   begun   to   fade   &   she   knows   now   how   to   behave   so   as   not   to   be   struck   again.   but   the   EMOTIONAL   PAIN   persists,   &   it   will   never   end.   THERE   IS   NO   MERCY.  not   for   a   traitor’s   daughter.

sansa   shivers,   her   lip   shaking   over   her   weakened   smile.   she   wants   to   think   that   people   are   kind,   but   how   can   she   as   a   victim   of   such   cruelty ?   the   claws   of   the   lannisters   have   stretched   to   every   surface   of   the   realm,   digging   deep   into   the   foundations   of   the   earth.   she   cannot   be   protected.   sansa   feels   her   lips   pinch   tightly   together,   &   she   places   her   hand   on   his   arm   delicately,   as   if   she   might   bring   the   curse   of   her   family   upon   him   by   accident.   HE   IS   KIND,   like   everyone   had   said   before ;   but   she   would   not   let   a   good   man   hurt   instead,   as   she   had   let   her   father   die   before.

‘      someone   will   always   want   to   hurt   me,   my   lord.   there   is   no   ‘ helping ’   me …   if   it   isn’t   SANSA   STARK,   it   will   be   LORD   WILLAS   TYRELL,   instead.   you   mustn’t   go   against   them.      ’

@thornedheir said:  “ have been eagerly awaiting the day I could finally meet you…and I am not disappointed. You are beautiful.”

———  Arranged marriage AU starter sentences || Accepting

Highgarden was more beautiful than Sansa could have ever hoped, and the reality that she was indeed free from the Red Keep, no small miracle, seemed a dream. So much so that she could not help but drift through the journey in some happy daze. 

Sansa had done her part - she had given thanks for such generosity bestowed upon someone so lowly as herself, had cried tears of sorrow at the prospect of leaving her King and his company. Yet, Margaery knew that every tear that fell from her eyes was one of joy. From the moment of her departure, she had not been able to keep the smile from her face, nor the cheer from her voice. 

It was only upon arriving that Sansa began to feel the familiar tendrils of fear work their way through her veins. She was to be married, she was to be the future Lady of Highgarden and she knew so little of her intended, of the people that soon call her their Lady. 

Would they like her? Would he? 

Margaery had done a great deal to ease her mind regarding the gentleness of her brother, had sung his many praises, but still - she worried. Even dressed in her best gown, her hair arranged in the very pins that Margaery had given - her hands writhed in her lap. 

And then she was there, carted through the gates and gardens of Highgarden and welcomed warmly - her intended leading the party. 

“He’s handsome”, she thought almost wistfully. “Not that it means anything. Joffrey had been handsome...” 

No, he was not as handsome as Loras, but even as he stood, leaning against his cane, there was a sturdiness to him - something in his air that no even Loras or Margaery could lay claim to. 

@thornedheir said, ❝ i will not suffer tonight sober. ❞

——– The Witcher (show) Starters || Accepting

Sansa watched her betrothed with careful eyes, the amber liquid circling within the crystal glass he held. A part of her was tempted to join him, to drown their sorrows together, but the rational side - the stronger part, knew that would lead to nothing worthwhile.

Instead, she came to sit across from him, atop on of the many flowered cushions that littered the chamber, her hands folding over themselves in her lap - hearth warming her back and casting half of his kindly face in flickering firelight.

@thornedheir said, ❝ will you be joining me? ❞

——– The Witcher (show) Starters || Accepting

For a few seconds, she hesitated - her delicate hands squeezing one another with nervous passion. She was glad to be free from the Red Keep, glad to have been welcomed to Highgarden so warmly, glad that her betrothed seemed to be as kind as Margaery had claimed - yet, Sansa had learned a great many things from the Lannisters, knew better than to love nor trust so easily. She adored Margaery, but the Queen-to-be remained in King’s Landing - Sansa had only Shae to stand by her side in her new home. 

She felt a little lost.