I’ll Pack My Goods For the Arkansas Woods
When Sansa’s brother goes missing, it falls to her to defend the house and the woods against the greed of the Boltons and Freys. All of this would be much easier if she could fight fire with fire, and there’s a saying in the valley: that all the Starks are a little wild, and all the Targaryens are a little mad. Her cousin Jon just happens to be both.
Monstrously-long fic is finally COMPLETE! Farewell, lonesome woods!