Written for the prompt ‘Sansa/Tyrion, snowed in.’ Set in some distant post-war, post-White Walkers-apocalypse future where everything turned out pretty okay for these two, because why not. This is so fluffy and devoid of sorrow that it’s like I’m slapping George R.R. Martin with a glove to challenge him to a duel. FOR FLUFF, Mr. Martin! For fluff
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