sansa through the seasons
Sansa Appreciation Week: [Day 3] Favorite Season/Book → A Storm of Swords
∟ 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.
She remembered a summer’s snow in Winterfell when Arya and Bran had ambushed her as she emerged from the keep one morning. They’d each had a dozen snowballs to hand, and she’d had none. Bran had been perched on the roof of the covered bridge, out of reach, but Sansa had chased Arya through the stables and around the kitchen until both of them were breathless. She might even have caught her, but she’d slipped on some ice. Her sister came back to see if she was hurt. When she said she wasn’t, Arya hit her in the face with another snowball but Sansa grabbed her leg and pulled her down and was rubbing snow in her hair.
Sansa Stark Appreciation Week - Day 5: One Scene
"The snow fell and the castle rose. It was only a castle when she began, but before very long Sansa know 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.”
Sansa Stark Week - Day 5 - One Scene
Sansa Stark Appreciation Week // Day 5: One Scene
"He promised he would be merciful, he cut my father’s head off, he said that was mercy. He took me up on the walls and made me look at it."