Sansa sat with her hands in her lap, watching how the queen moved and laughed and tossed her blonde curls. She charms them all, she thought dully. How I hate her.
-A Storm Of Swords, page 388
↳ They are the daughters of winter; the children of the North. Two sides of the same coin, going through one journey, taking two different roads.
'Life is not a song, sweetling,' he'd told her, 'You may learn that one day to your sorrow.'
"She had lost her home, her place in the world, and everyone she had ever loved or trusted."
That was such a sweet dream, Sansa thought drowsily. She had been back in Winterfell, running through the godswood with her Lady. Her father had been there, and her brothers, all of them warm and safe.
GoT Costumes S3 [5/??]
↳ Sansa’s bronze and purple scale-like dress (3x04, 3x05, 3x06 & 3x10)