details of previous post (and because I like them separate).
Sandor is giving me a sad.
You’ll be glad of the hateful things I do someday when you’re Queen, and I’m all that stands between you and your beloved King.
#sometimes i wonder if he meant to say that #or if he was just talking and not realizing what he was saying #and he caught himself and that’s what prompted that expression in the final gif #that look that’s a combination of love and obession and confusion and dejection #he basically said he would stand between Sansa and the King #and she just walks away #not because she isn’t grateful or touched #but because she doesn’t know what to say or how to react #or if he’s even serious #but he is serious #he means it more than he’s ever meant anything #and even though it wasn’t said like a vow #he meant it like a vow #the only vow he’s ever given #she made him do that #made him go against his owners for the first time in his life #and he doesn’t know what to do with that
When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die.” Sansa’s not dead, so she must be winning. God knows I’ll raise a glass to that, and wait patiently for the courteous and well-dressed hellfire she will eventually rain down upon all those who have wronged her."
All hail Her Grace, Sansa of the Houses Stark and Tully, the First of her Name, Queen in the North!
…and Sansa Stark is one of them. Her bones come home in the spring, long after Rickon has taken his seat with Arya beside him, and Jon, holding fast the Night’s Watch. They do not forget the sister who succumbed to greyscale while fighting for the Starks in the South, who married Harry Hardyng and put Petyr Baelish to the block, who brought together three armies and whose last gift was bringing Catelyn Stark back to Lady Stonehart, even as she herself lay weakened, on her deathbed.
Her bones come home, and men, great and small, say that if you go into the godswood late at night, there will always be a maid with autumn in her hair, skin flashing silver in the moonlight like silk, willing to take you on a walk and tell you a story. The House of Stark, how does it fare? she will ask first, guarded and mistrustful. And now that centuries have passed and Winter’s Court has risen, it is easy to say, Your struggles were not for nothing, my lady. The House of Stark reigns.
Rickon’s sons and grandsons and their sons, they walk with her the easiest, direwolves at their sides and wildling blood in their veins. It is in the hour of the wolf that the Lady Sansa always roams her lost home—stories, after all, always contain a drop of truth. And the lost daughter of House Stark will advise her blood of that yet.
quick sansa doodle as per request
Stark children as the Rulers of the Northall my nightmares escaped my head
bar the door, please, don’t let them inwelcome home
He does not shy away from her touch, not now, the morning the Stark retainers are going off to fight Black Walder Frey’s men, going off to scorch the snake’s nest to keep little Walda Frey on her seat. His intent is to sack the Riverlands again, and with children occupying half the lordships in the Trident, it falls to the little bird, the de facto head of House Tully, to respond.
Which means it is his duty to once again act as her Commander, to help protect her mother’s lands as he had helped her win back her father’s.
(Sansa already gave him her favor the night before. But he does not scoff when she pulls a ribbon from her hair and ties it around the leather strap securing his pauldron, cups the burned half of his face. Calls him ‘love’ in the company of others, when she should not.)
This is the first time they will be parted, as lovers, by the war. His lady is sadder, but wiser, and the Warden of the North; Lady Stark can only show her affections, but not her fear, in the face of any of her men, him most of all.
He will show her the same courtesy.
Fantastic symbolism as always from bubug! I spot Littlefinger, Lysa, Sweetrobin, Sandor, Tyrion, and Harry Hardyng… anyone see anything else?