GRRM accidentally wrote the ultimate âchild therapist in a murder palaceâ scenario. It is genuinely hilarious and so revealing how Sansa Stark is basically Westerosâs most powerful confessional booth without even trying and everyone just⌠unloads their darkest thoughts on her. Sheâs eleven, and yet sheâs basically the safest person in all of Westeros.
People meet her and immediately go: âHere are the deepest traumas of my soul.â
She doesnât coax. She doesnât manipulate. She doesnât threaten. She just quietly listens with big, polite, socially trained eyes⌠and fully grown, traumatized adults absolutely collapse in front of her.
Sandor? Sheâs a child he barely knows, and heâs already unloading the story of how Gregor burned half his face off like he walked into therapy before his appointment.
Tyrion? He starts out trying to be polite and diplomatic, and ends up talking about his insecurities, his self-loathing, his marriage, his resentment toward his father, his loneliness, his desperation for connection. All of this to a girl he knows is trapped, terrified, and unable to give anything back. He sees a girl who is gentle, frightened, listening, and he like every other adult around her instinctively tries to unburden himself, to turn her into a balm for his wounds, a stand-in for the compassion he never received.
Cersei? Gives Sansa an entire monologue about marriage, sex, violence, hatred, political entrapment everything sheâs endured with Robert as if sheâs talking to a peer rather than an eleven-year-old hostage she despises and Cersei canât help but dump decades of frustration, fear, and resentment right into her lap.
Littlefinger? He treats her like sheâs a combination diary / mirror / ghost of the past. He basically outlines his villain rĂŠsumĂŠ to her in real time and then wonders why things fall apart.
Lysa? She literally confesses to murder not one murder but multiple murders right in front of Sansa, as casually as if she were talking about afternoon tea. She treats Sansa like some kind of diary-slash-counselor, spilling every secret, every irrational fear, every tiny betrayal. Itâs simultaneously horrifying and absurdly funny because Sansa just sits there, all polite and composed, while Lysa goes full meltdown mode.
Everyone tells Sansa everything, and she tells no one anything. Sheâs the safest person in Kingâs Landing to talk to because she wonât judge, betray, interrupt, demand, or weaponize what you tell her. Sheâs a child, but sheâs also the most perfectly trained court listener Westeros has ever produced. People project onto her. People confess to her. People spill their trauma onto her shoes.
The way everyone completely loses all control around Sansa shows how ridiculous Westeros adults get around someone who just listens. And the kicker? She never asked for any of it. Sansa Stark is the realmâs unconscious therapist, and sheâs doing it for free, against her will, while everyone else holds a sword to her throat.
