I Am Not Your Daughter, She Thought. I Am Sansa Stark, Lord Eddard's Daughter And Lady Catelyn's, The

I am not your daughter, she thought. I am Sansa Stark, Lord Eddard's daughter and Lady Catelyn's, the blood of Winterfell. She did not say it, though.

“I often sent away her maid so I could brush her hair myself. She had auburn hair, lighter than mine, and so thick and soft… the red in it would catch the light of the torches and shine like copper.” 

older starks au

They say Arya’s the wild one, wreaking vengeance on those who felled her family, sweeping the countryside with her wolf pack; but there are whispers Lady Sansa is the one to truly look out for. She smiles sweetly but behind her Tully blue eyes there is a darkness that goes unseen until her victim has already sipped his poison. The boys, the little lords of Winterfell skulk through the shadows with their wolves. There isn’t much to be said of Bran, so far in the north; news of him is hard to come by. But Rickon, tales of him spread far and wide. His cruel savagery on the battlefield, but also of the deep sorrow he carries with him that comes from such loss it can’t be fathomed. They remain apart still, these wolf pups. But winter is coming, and the whispers have already begun. The wolves will rise again.

I am Sansa Stark, Lord Eddard’s daughter and Lady Catelyn’s, the blood of Winterfell.

sansa and arya + personality swap au

Sansa was a trial, it must be said. Half a boy and half a wolf pup.

Arya was a lady at three, always so courteous and eager to please.

…she had always heard that love was a surer route to the people’s loyalty than fear…