Just Thinking About How Sansa Stark Is Named After A Stark Woman Whos Birthright Got Stolen..

just thinking about how sansa stark is named after a stark woman who’s birthright got stolen..

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Each cut, each scar, each burn, a different mood or time. I told him what the first one was. I told him where the second one came from. I remembered them all. And for the first time in my life, I felt beautiful.

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Hi, I've been reading your blog with a lot of interest. Since I especially like what you've written about the various queens, I was wondering what your opinion is on something I have been pondering, namely what Ned and Catelyn could have done differently in Sansa's education/upbringing to prepare her for the realities of being a queen/leading lady of a great house? From reading the books I got the idea Catelyn's education was more extensive for example... Thanks! Eva

Well, keep in mind that Catelyn’s upbringing was in some ways quite different from Sansa’s:

I have always done my duty, she thought. Perhaps that was why her lord father had always cherished her best of all his children. Her two older brothers had both died in infancy, so she had been son as well as daughter to Lord Hoster until Edmure was born. Then her mother had died and her father had told her that she must be the lady of Riverrun now, and she had done that too.

Catelyn wasn’t just Hoster’s favorite, but his heir presumptive in the 3-10 years between her birth and Edmure’s. Even after Edmure was born, Catelyn had additional responsibilities that Sansa never had growing up in Winterfell; she had to play the role of Lady Tully after Minisa’s death, presumably performing the sort of social entertaining and possibly also some of the household management that would be expected from the lady of the castle. Catelyn wasn’t voluntarily taking on these responsibilities, of course, but she was exposed to experiences that Sansa not only was not, but that Ned and Catelyn would never have wanted or expected her to be exposed to.

All that said, I don’t think Sansa was poorly raised for the role she was expected to play - that is, great lady (as wife of a great lord) and, eventually, Queen of Westeros. On the contrary, Sansa demonstrates early and often that she is very much suited for this role. For one, of course, she received a pretty good thorough education at Winterfell, and it shows. Not only does Sansa excel at all the traditionally feminine skills - sewing, dancing, music, poetry - but she prides herself on reading and writing better than her brothers, and demonstrates knowledge of Westerosi history. To this end as well, Sansa clearly took to heart the lessons on heraldry she learned growing up, a skill that aids her in the social interactions she would be expected to have on a regular basis as lady/queen.

Speaking of these interactions, this is another area where Sansa does very well - not only remembering the names and key details of nobles and courtiers, but communicating with them in a gracious and charming way:

[“]I am honored to know you, however irregular the manner of our meeting. I am Ser Barristan Selmy, of the Kingsguard.” He bowed.

Sansa knew the name, and now the courtesies that Septa Mordane had taught her over the years came back to her. “The Lord Commander of the Kingsguard,” she said, “and councillor to Robert our king and to Aerys Targaryen before him. The honor is mine, good knight. Even in the far north, the singers praise the deeds of Barristan the Bold.”

The green knight laughed again. “Barristan the Old, you mean. Don’t flatter him too sweetly, child, he thinks overmuch of himself already.” He smiled at her. “Now, wolf girl, if you can put a name to me as well, then I must concede that you are truly our Hand’s daughter.”

Joffrey stiffened beside her. “Have a care how you address my betrothed.”

“I can answer,” Sansa said quickly, to quell her prince’s anger. She smiled at the green knight. “Your helmet bears golden antlers, my lord. The stag is the sigil of the royal House. King Robert has two brothers. By your extreme youth, you can only be Renly Baratheon, Lord of Storm’s End and councillor to the king, and so I name you.”

She is good at this, he thought, as he watched her tell Lord Gyles that his cough was sounding better, compliment Elinor Tyrell on her gown, and question Jalabhar Xho about wedding customs in the Summer Isles. His cousin Ser Lancel had been brought down by Ser Kevan, the first time he’d left his sickbed since the battle. He looks ghastly. Lancel’s hair had turned white and brittle, and he was thin as a stick. Without his father beside him holding him up, he would surely have collapsed. Yet when Sansa praised his valor and said how good it was to see him getting strong again, both Lancel and Ser Kevan beamed.  

Sansa also has an extremely keen grasp on the power of symbolism and imagery, especially within a political context - an important skill for a great lady/queen, whose life would be lived to a large degree on display:

Halfway along the route, a wailing woman forced her way between two watchmen and ran out into the street in front of the king and his companions, holding the corpse of her dead baby above her head. It was blue and swollen, grotesque, but the real horror was the mother’s eyes. Joffrey looked for a moment as if he meant to ride her down, but Sansa Stark leaned over and said something to him. The king fumbled in his purse, and flung the woman a silver stag.

There was a gown of purple silk that gave her pause, and another of dark blue velvet slashed with silver that would have woken all the color in her eyes, but in the end she remembered that Alayne was after all a bastard, and must not presume to dress above her station. The dress she picked was lambswool, dark brown and simply cut, with leaves and vines embroidered around the bodice, sleeves, and hem in golden thread. It was modest and becoming, though scarce richer than something a serving girl might wear. Petyr had given her all of Lady Lysa’s jewels as well, and she tried on several necklaces, but they all seemed ostentatious. In the end she chose a simple velvet ribbon in autumn gold.

Though a few were promised, only three were wed; the eight victors would be expected to spend the next three years at Lord Robert’s side, as his own personal guard (Alayne had suggested seven, like the Kingsguard, but Sweetrobin had insisted that he must have more knights than King Tommen), so older men with wives and children had not been invited.And they came, Alayne thought proudly. They all came.It had fallen out just as Petyr said it would, the day the ravens flew. “They’re young, eager, hungry for adventure and renown. Lysa would not let them go to war. This is the next best thing. A chance to serve their lord and prove their prowess. They will come. Even Harry the Heir.” He had smoothed her hair and kissed her forehead. “What a clever daughter you are.”It was clever. The tourney, the prizes, the winged knights, it had all been her own notion. Lord Robert’s mother had filled him full of fears, but he always took courage from the tales she read him of Ser Artys Arryn, the Winged Knight of legend, founder of his line. Why not surround him with Winged Knights?

On a perhaps more practical side of the question, Sansa pretty effectively took on management duties during her time at the Eyrie:  

She saw to the mulling of the wine first, found a suitable wheel of sharp white cheese, and commanded the cook to bake bread enough for twenty, in case the Lords Declarant brought more men than expected. Once they eat our bread and salt they are our guests and cannot harm us. The Freys had broken all the laws of hospitality when they’d murdered her lady mother and her brother at the Twins, but she could not believe that a lord as noble as Yohn Royce would ever stoop to do the same.

The solar next. Its floor was covered by a Myrish carpet, so there was no need to lay down rushes. Alayne asked two serving men to erect the trestle table and bring up eight of the heavy oak-and-leather chairs. For a feast she would have placed one at the head of the table, one at the foot, and three along each side, but this was no feast. She had the men arrange six chairs on one side of the table, two on the other. By now the Lords Declarant might have climbed as far as Snow. It took most of a day to make the climb, even on muleback. Afoot, most men took several days.

It might be that the lords would talk late into the night. They would need fresh candles. After Maddy laid the fire, she sent her down to find the scented beeswax candles Lord Waxley had given Lady Lysa when he sought to win her hand. Then she visited the kitchens once again, to make certain of the wine and bread.

Maddy and Gretchel were waiting outside with Maester Colemon. The maester had washed the night soil from his hair and changed his robe. Robert’s squires had turned up as well. Terrance and Gyles could always sniff out trouble.

“Lord Robert is feeling stronger,” Alayne told the serving women. “Fetch hot water for his bath, but see you don’t scald him. And do not pull on his hair when you brush out the tangles, he hates that.” One of the squires sniggered, until she said, “Terrance, lay out his lordship’s riding clothes and his warmest cloak. Gyles, you may clean up that broken chamber pot.”

And of course, none of this is taking into account two important points. One, Sansa has natural intelligence and shrewdness, developed through the series, which complement the skills above: she is not just acting the part of a great lady, but can also see through certain acts on the part of others (whether, for example, it’s the unclear provenance of the Kettleblack brothers, the danger of a Joffrey-Margaery union for Margaery, or Littlefinger’s signature on the declaration giving Nestor Royce the Gates of the Moon). Two, Sansa is still young (yes, even by Westerosi standards). All of the actions above were taken by a girl between the ages of 11 and 13; neither Ned nor Catelyn would have expected Sansa to act as lady of a great household when she was still 11. I would expect adult Sansa (even by Westerosi standards) to be even more effective as a great lady than we’ve seen of her up to this point.