I thought you’d be heading for Winterfell.Why would I go there? The Boltons have it.No, the Boltons are dead.What?Jon Snow came down from Castle Black with a wildling army and won the Battle of the Bastards. He’s King of the North now.You’re lying.Why would I lie about that? He’s your brother, right?
I thought you’d be heading for Winterfell.Why would I go there? The Boltons have it.No, the Boltons are dead.What? Jon Snow came down from Castle Black with a wildling army and won the Battle of the Bastards. (requested by leafsin7)
The snow fell and the castle rose. It was only a castle when she began, but before very long Sansa knew it was Winterfell. Soon her gloves and her boots were crusty white, her hands were tingling, and her feet were soaked and cold, but she did not care. The castle was all that mattered.
MMMM ONLY 5 you are making this hard on me! ( I am kidding i love it)
“I can answer,” Sansa said quickly, to quell her prince’s anger. She smiled at the green knight. “Your helmet bears golden antlers, my lord. The stag is the sigil of the royal House. King Robert has two brothers. By your extreme youth, you can only be Renly Baratheon, Lord of Storm’s End and councillor to the king, and so I name you.” (so smart my child!!!)
“His leg was broken,” Sansa replied eagerly. “It hurt ever so much, Maester Pycelle was giving him milk of the poppy, and they say that milk of the poppy fills your head with clouds. Otherwise he would never have said it.” (mmm her lying to save her father Ned…people always forget that part of AGOT!)
The silence went on and on, so long that she began to grow afraid once more, but she was afraid for him now, not for herself. She found his massive shoulder with her hand. “He was no true knight,” she whispered to him.
The Hound threw back his head and roared. Sansa stumbled back, away from him, but he caught her arm. “No,” he growled at her, “no, little bird, he was no true knight.”
“He is,” Sansa said. “A fool. You’re so clever, to see it. He’s better fitted to be a fool than a knight, isn’t he? You ought to dress him in motley and make him clown for you. He doesn’t deserve the mercy of a quick death.
“The king studied her a moment. “Perhaps you’re not so stupid as Mother says.” He raised his voice.
"Did you hear my lady, Dontos? From this day on, you’re my new fool. You can sleep with Moon Boy and dress in motley
.“Ser Dontos, sobered by his near brush with death, crawled to his knees. "Thank you, Your Grace. And you, my lady. Thank you.”
A kind of madness took over her then, and she heard herself say, “Maybe my brother will give me your head.”….. “
The moment was gone. Sansa lowered her eyes. “Thank you,” she said when he was done. She was a good girl, and always remembered her courtesies.”