37 please :)
37- “I’ve told you before- I don’t like secrets.”
prompts from @jonsa-creatives
“I’ve told you before- I don’t like secrets.”
“That’s fortunate, then. I haven’t got any secrets,” says Sansa, looking down at her embroidery to avoid Jon’s steely gaze. The warm brown eyes that she has fallen oh-so in love with seem to bore holes in her skull.
“I like lies even less,” he says. He’s trying to hard to be gentle, and gods, she could love him for that, but she’s tired of being treated like a stained-glass window. Pretty to look at, cold to the touch, broken without a second thought.
Outside, she can hear the clang of swords as men train for battle. The days are getting shorter, and the nights are growing longer. Sansa has spent many long hours by her window, gazing through the darkness and praying to any god that might listen to let the sun rise in the morning.
“Sansa, look at me.”
She does not. She draws her needle through the white fabric, finishing another careful stitch.
“Look at me, Sansa,” he repeats.