( Sansa hates songs )

The Eyrie, ancient home of the Arryns, nestled in the Mountains of the Moon. It’s an isolated spot. You couldn’t ask for a better place to hide the last Stark.

Only there is no more Stark. There is only Alayne Stone.

Sansa has been tries to remember this, but it is so hard. Alayne is silent and stubborn. And Milliways is never far....

( Sansa Remembers )

( Poem for the Baby )

Sansa plays a game with herself sometimes. She never means to, but once started she cannot stop.

If I were in Winterfell.It starts with a memory. One thread of memory becomes a tapestry of the past: the smell of her sister after playing in the stables. The sound of Robb and Jon sparring in the yard. The sight of Rickon’s large blue eyes as he ( Read more... )

After her chance meeting with her lord husband and burning a dress linking her to her life as Alayne, Sansa Stark was kneeling in her room. She prayed to the Seven.

They’re not here, she thought even as her lips formed the words. There are too many people from too many lands. And why would they watch over talking pigs and pilots and witches and ( Read more... )

In her room, Sansa Stark looked at herself in the mirror.

I’ll have to dye my hair again. The when I get back was lurking, half-formed in her mind.

I could wear something pretty, she thought as she eyed her plain dress of brown lambswool. Something I would wear. I can be beautiful here.She went to her wardrobe and took out a lovely gown of light ( Read more... )