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I never really gave up on you. Not really. I always hoped…. Hermione told me to get on with life, maybe go out with some other people, relax a bit around you, because I never used to be able to talk if you were in the room, remember? And she thought you might take a bit more notice if I was a bit more — myself. (happy birthday @larasjaen ♡)

make me choose ♥ sansa stark or daenerys targaryen | asked by @aarrontveit

Sometimes she would close her eyes and dream of her, but it was never Jorah Mormont she dreamed of; her lover was always younger and more comely, though her face remained a shifting shadow.

make me choose ♥ sansan or daensa or daensansaery | asked by @scamandor and @saintpadme

I wish the Hound were here. The night of the battle, Sandor Clegane had come to her chambers to take her from the city, but Sansa had refused. Sometimes she lay awake at night, wondering if she’d been wise. She had his stained white cloak hidden in a cedar chest beneath her summer silks. She could not say why she’d kept it. The Hound had turned craven, she heard it said; at the height of the battle, he got so drunk the Imp had to take his men. But Sansa understood. She knew the secret of his burned face. It was only the fire he feared.