Sansa is sewing in her room, sitting in her rocking chair, her thoughts drifting as she pulls the needle through the material. She does not have to think to sew well and she finds her thoughts drifting to the night of the Redman ball. She hums one of the many tunes that they danced to and it is some time before she realises just what she is doing ( Read more... )

Sansa lay behind her curtain, she knew Rickon at least did not like her staying here but no-one else seemed to care, which both pleased her because she wanted to sleep here and upset her, ‘why didn’t they mind?’ She pushed the thought aside and tried not to wonder again if the Hound has understood her or maybe he thought Sansa went around telling ( Read more... )

'Sansa is in the godswood praying before a heart tree with Lady's face when her lady mother comes and takes her to the Sept, Winterfell is as it always was because even in her dreams she cannot see it burned, and her mother will not speak to her no matter what she asks ( Read more... )