the north remembers

What she be smirking at?

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It’s nothing. A slight cramp. It’s been happening since last night. It may not be “nothing”!

“You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. You need her, as she needs you.”

The snow drifted down and down, all in ghostly silence, and lay thick and unbroken on the ground. It was a place of whites and blacks and greys. White towers and white snow and white statues, black shadows and black trees, the dark grey sky above. A pure world, Sansa thought. I do not belong here. Yet she stepped out all the same.

I never thought you’d find her. I just assumed Sansa was dead. - Why would you assume that? - In my experience, girls like her don’t live very long. - I don’t think you know many girls like her.

─ Margaret Schnabel

♕  I am  s t r o n g e r  within the walls of Winterfell

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