stark:

sansa stark week ๐Ÿบ day five: ๐–‘๐–†๐–‰๐–ž ๐–”๐–‹ ๐–œ๐–Ž๐–“๐–™๐–Š๐–—๐–‹๐–Š๐–‘๐–‘
ย  ย  โ†ณ โ She wondered where this courage had come from, to speak to him so frankly. From Winterfell, she thought. I am stronger within the walls of Winterfell.ย โž

sansaregina:

SANSAWEEK | day 3: favorite bookย 

โ€œPerhaps she was doing Margaery Tyrell an injustice. Perhaps the invitation was no more than a simple kindness, an act of courtesy. It might be just a supper. But this was the Red Keep, this was Kingโ€™s Landing, this was the court of King Joffrey Baratheon, the First of His Name, and if there was one thing that Sansa Stark had learned here, it was mistrust.โ€ย ย โ€” A Storm of Swords – Sansa I

sansasnark:

โ€œSomeone had left a window open and a stack of papers had blown onto the floor. The sun was slanting through the thick yellow windows, and dust motes danced in the light like tiny golden insects. Though snow had blanketed the heights of the Giantโ€™s Lance above, below the mountain the autumn lingered and winter wheat was ripening in the fields. Outside the window she could hear the laughter of the washerwomen at the well, the din of steel on steel from the ward where the knights were at their drills. Good sounds. Alayne loved it here. She felt alive again, for the first since her fatherโ€ฆ since Lord Eddard Stark had died.โ€

โ€” Alayne I, The Winds of Winter