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.
Brave. Sansa took a deep breath. I am a Stark, yes, I can be brave.
Every noble house had its words. Family mottoes, touchstones, prayer of sorts, they boasted of honor and glory, promised loyalty and truth, swore faith and courage. All but the Starks. Winter is coming, said the Stark words.
Sketch of Sansa Stark
they stole your shoes and then brought you to the caverns of their teeth
Sansa Stark | Queen in the North
Not canon, obviously, but I thought it would be an interesting concept. I just needed to sketch something besides the crap I’m trudging through at the moment. Composition is really bothering me — I really want to add the words Queen in the North about 2/3s down the image, but I can’t seem to find a font that fits.