and you by my side

Sansa drifted past frosted shrubs and thin dark trees, and wondered if she were still dreaming. Drifting snowflakes brushed her face as light as lover's kisses, and melted on her cheeks. At the center of the garden, beside the statue of the weeping woman that lay broken and half-buried on the ground, she turned her face up to the sky and closed her eyes. She could feel the snow on her lashes, taste it on her lips. It was the taste of Winterfell. The taste of innocence. The taste of dreams.

Sansa ASOS VII

“The Masters tear babies from their mother’s arms. They mutilate little boys by the thousands. They train little girls in the art of pleasuring old men.”  “They treat men like beasts.”

little girl, little girl, why are you cryin'? inside your restless soul, your heart is dyin' little one, little one, your soul is purgin' of love and razor blades, your blood is surgin' little girl, little girl, your life is callin' the charlatans and saints of your abandon little one, little one, the sky is fallin' your lifeboat of deception is now sailin' in the wake, all the way, no rhyme or reason your bloodshot eyes will show your heart of treason little girl, little girl, you dirty liar...

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"Sansa could sew and dance and sing. She wrote poetry. She knew how to dress. She played the high harp and the bells."

— AGOT Arya I

"She could read and write better than any of her brothers"

— AGOT Sansa IV

"She is good at this, he thought,...She would have made Joffrey a good queen and a better wife if he’d had the sense to love her."

—ASOS Tyrion VIII

"Sansa would have known who he was, and the fat one too, but Arya had never taken much interest in titles and sigils. Whenever Septa Mordane had gone on about the history of this house and that house, she was inclined to drift and dream and wonder when the lesson would be done."

— ACOK, Arya III