
They are children, Sansa thought. They are silly little girls, even Elinor. They’ve never seen a battle, they’ve never seen a man die, they know nothing. Their dreams were full of songs and stories, the way hers had been before Joffrey cut her father’s head off. Sansa pitied them. Sansa envied them.
Themed Party | Challenge 60: Evolution
Sansa Stark, “My skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.”
23,343 notes








