syraxes:

Sansa Stark Week: DAY FOUR → Politics or Lady of Winterfell/Alayne Stone

Coming up, Mya had warned her to keep her eyes on the path ahead, she remembered. “Look up, not down,” she said… but that was not possible on the descent. I could close my eyes. The mule knows the way, he has no need of me. But that seemed more something Sansa would have done, that frightened girl. Alayne was an older woman, and bastard b r a v e.

ladyofdragonstone:

Sansa sat up. “Lady,” she whispered. For a moment it was as if the direwolf was there in the room, looking at her with those golden eyes, sad and knowing. She had been dreaming, she realized. Lady was with her, and they were running together, and … and … trying to remember was like trying to catch the rain with her fingers. The dream faded, and Lady was dead again.


Sansa Stark week – Dreams

for @afewreelthoughts