My Poor Sweet Sansa Why Would Anyone Do This To Her?

My poor sweet Sansa… why would anyone do this to her?

“Robert wanted to be loved. My brother Tyrion has the same disease. Do you want to be loved, Sansa?”

(For @fangrurin)

You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. You need her, as she needs you.

My only expectation for the ending of Asoiaf is Sansa having a new direwolf pup.

every sansa moment: 16/?

So she wept, pleading through her door for them to tell her what was happening, calling for her father, for Septa Mordane, for the king, for her gallant prince. If the men guarding her heard her pleas, they gave no answer. The only time the door opened was late that night, when they thrust Jeyne Poole inside, bruised and shaking. “They’re killing everyone,” the steward’s daughter had shrieked at her. She went on and on. The Hound had broken down her door with a warhammer, she said. There were bodies on the stair of the Tower of the Hand, and the steps were slick with blood. Sansa dried her own tears as she struggled to comfort her friend. They went to sleep in the same bed, cradled in each other’s arms like sisters. (AGOT, Sansa IV)

Let my first post of 2021 be a little drawing of Sansa & Lady