Future!AU: Sansa serves as Rickon’s regent at Winterfell and then rules Casterly Rock with Tyrion when Rickon comes of age
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She had always heard that love was a surer route to the people’s loyalty than fear
Headcanon/AU: Sansa’s personal and political role in the future of the story (based on sansalayned‘s amazing thoughts and headcanons)
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2x04 // 4x02
He felt as though he was back on the bridge of boats, the deck shifting beneath his feet.
(requested by Anonymous)
When Sansa opened her eyes again, she was on her knees. She did not remember falling. It seemed to her that the sky was a lighter shade of grey. Dawn, she thought. Another day. Another new day. It was the old days she hungered for. Prayed for. But who could she pray to? The garden had been meant for a godswood once, she knew, but the soil was too thin and stony for a weirwood to take root. A godswood without gods, as empty as me.
Sansa knew most of the hymns, and followed along on those she did not know as best she could. She sang along with grizzled old serving men and anxious young wives, with serving girls and soldiers, cooks and falconers, knights and knaves, squires and spit boys and nursing mothers. She sang with those inside the castle walls and those without, sang with all the city.
Sansa couldn’t help but smile a little. The kennelmaster once told her that an animal takes after its master.
ASoIaF // AU - Tyrion and Sansa leave King’s Landing after Joffrey and Margaery’s wedding and go to Braavos (for this lovely Anon)Tyrion could hear the commons shouting out King Joffrey’s name. In three years that cruel boy will be a man, ruling in his own right…and every dwarf with half his wits will be a long way from King’s Landing. Oldtown, perhaps. Or even the Free Cities. He had always had a yen to see the Titan of Braavos. Perhaps that would please Sansa. Gently, he spoke of Braavos […] (ASoS, Tyrion VIII.)
“I have made a marriage contract for you.”
“A marriage…” Her throat tightened. She did not want to wed again, not now, perhaps not ever. “I do not…I cannot marry. Father, I…” Alayne looked to the door, to make certain it was closed. “I am married,” she whispered. “You know.”
5x05 // 5x10