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THE SHE-WOLVES OF WINTERFELL (feat. rachel hurd-wood as sansa, olivia hussey as lyanna and ivana baquero as arya)
The herald’s voice boomed out. “If any man in this hall has other matters to set before His Grace, let him speak now or go forth and hold his silence.” Sansa quailed. Now, she told herself, I must do it now. Gods give me courage. She took one step, then another. Lords and knights stepped aside silently to let her pass, and she felt the weight of their eyes on her. I must be as strong as my lady mother. “Your Grace,” she called out in a soft, tremulous voice. The height of the Iron Throne gave Joffrey a better vantage point than anyone else in the hall. He was the first to see her. “Come forward, my lady,” he called out, smiling. His smile emboldened her, made her feel beautiful and strong. He does love me, he does. Sansa lifted her head and walked toward him, not too slow and not too fast. She must not let them see how nervous she was.
POV Women of ASOIAF part 1/
sansa and arya + jealousy
"Sansa was a lady at three, always so courteous and eager to please. She loved nothing so well as tales of knightly valor. Men would say she had my look, but she will grow into a woman far more beautiful than I ever was, you can see that. 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.
⚜ Sansa was a lady at three, always so courteous and eager to please. She loved nothing so well as tales of knightly valor. Men would say she had my look, but she will grow into a woman far more beautiful than I ever was
{ Catelyn VII , ACOK }
ASOIAF MOODBOARD : Sansa x Willas
GoT Personality Swap! Sansa Stark.
request: rachel hurd-wood as sansa for anon
“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.”
"The night’s first traitors,” the queen said, “but not the last, I fear. Have Ser Ilyn see to them, and put their heads on pikes outside the stables as a warning.” As they left, she turned to Sansa. “Another lesson you should learn, if you hope to sit beside my son. Be gentle on a night like this and you’ll have treasons popping up all about you like mushrooms after a hard rain. The only way to keep your people loyal is to make certain they fear you more than they do the enemy.” - A Clash Of Kings, Sansa VI
Rachel Hurd-Wood as Sansa Stark.
“I dreamed of Bran,” Sansa had whispered to him. “I saw him smiling.”
Fancasts: Rachel Hurd-Wood as Sansa and Roderick Gilikinson as Bran
𝕊𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕒 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕜 - 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕠𝕟𝕖 - 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪: ℂ𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪𝕟 𝕋𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕪.
"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." - ACOK Catelyn VII
"You have your mother's eyes. Honest eyes, and innocent. Blue as a sunlit sea." - AFFC Sansa I.
A Clash of Kings Queens
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)
Girls of A Song of Ice and Fire