Of Sansa, brushing out Lady’s coat and singing to herself. You know nothing, Jon Snow.
This line lives rent-free in my head (︶^︶)
Mine:
A snowflake danced upon the air. Then another. Dance with me, Jon Snow, he thought. You’ll dance with me anon.
Mine:
Drifting snowflakes brushed her face as light as lover’s kisses, and melted on her cheeks… She could feel the snow on her lashes, taste it on her lips.
Another masterpiece:
All around was empty air and sky, the ground falling away sharply to either side. There was ice underfoot, and broken stones just waiting to turn an ankle, and the wind was howling fiercely. It sounds like a wolf, thought Sansa. A ghost wolf, big as mountains.
Sansa would call this an enchantment, and tears would fill her eyes at the wonder of it.
And:
It was only a castle when she began, but before very long Sansa knew it was Winterfell.
*BRB Sobbing*












