Post by Jon Snow on Aug 15, 2012 8:19:38 GMT -5
Desired Character Sansa Stark
Character Gender Female
Character House Stark
Character Alignment House Stark inwardly, outwardly, House Lannister
Character Appearance
Character's Goals Once upon a time, Sansa Stark wanted to be Queen. Now that it's looking like that is most certainly about to happen, Sansa wants nothing to do with the crown. All she wants now is to go home and be reunited with her family. But because that isn't really an option, she wishes to remain alive, and convince those around her that she is loyal to her "one true love," King Joffrey Baratheon, the first of his name.
Character History thus far Sansa Stark was born in Winterfell, to Catelyn Tully and Eddard Stark. The first daughter born to them, she was welcomed with open, loving arms. From an early age, it was clear to all of those around her that she was not only the spitting image of her mother, but very much her father's daughter.
It was also clear that Sansa was made for the courtly life. She found joy in her lessons with Septa Mordane, and more than that, she found herself excelling at everything she was taught, from singing to dancing to needlework and playing instruments.
When her younger sister, Arya was born, Sansa was ecstatic to have a younger sister. She loved her older brother, Robb, and they got along very well, but he liked to do boy things with Jon and Theon. If she had a younger sister, she'd have someone to play with, to sing and dance with. Imagine her disapointment when Arya would rather spend her time with her half-brother, the bastard Jon Snow. To Sansa, this was a strange sort of betrayal. Arya was a girl! She was her sister! Why couldn't she be good at sewing instead of archery? It didn't make sense. To make it worse, Arya was rude and obnoxious, and had Sansa not known better, she wouldn't have believed that Arya was her sister at all. But she was, for Arya looked just like her father, and she knew that her mother loved her father too much to ever betray him in such a way. So she waited for another sister.
Unfortunately, another sister never arrived. Instead, Bran and Rickon, her younger brothers. As they grew, they joined Arya in tormenting her, much to her chagrin. But they were boys, that was acceptable. Arya she would never understand. Robb and her mother tried to tell her that Arya would come around, but she never did.
For as long as she can remember, Sansa has been a girl who longed for something more. She fell in love with the stories of knights and ladies and true love that Old Nan and Septa Mordane had told her growing up. She longed to hear the songs the rare singer who stopped in Winterfell sang. She found a comfort in them, and in her naievity, found herself believing that the world was a song. So isolated from the rest of the world, she knew it had to be true. The knights were valiant and brave and good, and the bad men always got what they deserved. She never imagined she would ever learn the hard way that this was far from true.
When Sansa heard that the king and queen were to be traveling to Winterfell, she was beside herself. The King and the Queen! here! She didn't believe there was any way this news could get better. But it did. She learned that she was to be betrothed to the prince, Joffrey, and when she saw him climb out of that carriage, it was love at first side. Joffrey was handsome and good, and he was a prince! That meant someday, she was to be queen. It was like a song come true. And it was happening to her. She happily packed her bags when she was told she would be moving to King's Landing with her father. Despite the tragedy that occurred shortly before leaving, Sansa could not have been more excited.
But it was far from as perfect as she imagined. On the way to King's Landing, she and Joffrey took a walk together, in order to get to know each other better. It was there that disaster struck by way of Arya. Arya, who should never be allowed to have nice things, was found playing with the Butcher's Boy, fighting him. In a move that Sansa is convinced was to show her how brave he was, Joffrey drew his sword and demanded a duel. But Ayra had to ruin everything, like usual. She attacked Joffrey, and her direwolf, Nymeria joined in. Unable to rush in to defend herself and terrified for all parties involved, Sansa stood on the sidelines, screaming and hoping it all would stop. When it did stop, Joffrey was left wounded, all thanks to her stupid sister and her stupid direwolf that couldn't behave properly, unlike Lady. She could only hope that Joffrey still loved her despite her rude and horrible sister.
That evening, Sansa was called in front of the King and Queen to give testimony as to what had happened by the river. Though she knew she should have defended her sister and told the truth, Sansa was smart enough to recognize that calling the crown prince, and the love of her young life a liar in front of the King and Queen was a very, very stupid thing to do. So she did the only thing she could do: lie, and say she didn't remember a thing. Instead of being rewarded for her clever thinking, Queen Cersei called out for blood. And with Nymeria no where to be found, it was Sansa's direworlf, Lady, that was to suffer. Something Sansa would never forgive Arya for.
Thankfully the rest of the ride to King's Landing was completely innocuous, with Sansa refusing to speak to Arya and Arya refusing to speak to Sansa. Instead, Sansa spent her time with Jeyne Poole, and Joffrey when she could, enjoying the time she spent getting to know her betrothed, though she was quite unnerved by the near-constant presence of his guard, The Hound.
Upon arriving at King's Landing, Sansa was quick to take up her studies again, and found that, as she had believed, courtly life agreed with her. King's Landing was everything she'd ever imagined and more, and so was Joffrey. Sansa was completely and totally in love with him, and happily told anyone who would listen how much she loved him. By now, she was speaking with Arya, but only to argue with her. You'd really think that after causing her sister to lose her wolf, Arya would stop with her stupid boy-ish ways. How wrong she was.
When the tournament in her father's honor was announced, Sansa was all too eager to watch. She'd always dreamed of a real tournament, and a chance to see the knight's of the realm in action. It was there that she first saw the Knight of the Flowers, and though she was still enamored with Joffrey, when he gave her his rose, Sansa couldn't help but feel her heart flutter for the handsome young knight. Ser Loras was everything she'd believed knights to be. They were beautiful and good and the way he'd rescued The Hound from his brother... It was safe to say that once again, Sansa was convinced everything was going to be perfect.
To her horror, the Hound seemed to take some sort of interest in her, just as much as she feared him. Lord Petyr Baelish told her of the manner in which he received his burns, and it did not seem to help matters. She was still terrified of him, but still oddly fascinated by him. Unsure, Sansa did her best to try to avoid him, which was surprisingly difficult considering he was the personal guard of Joffrey.
As Sansa was convinced that everything was fine and dandy, she was devastated to learn that her father wanted her to return to Winterfell and call off her engagement to Joffrey. She had no choice but to let her father know how she felt: that she was in love with Joffrey and didn't care about anything else and would happily stay in King's Landing by herself if it meant being with him. Unfortunately, she was to get her wish.
When King Robert was killed, Sansa hardly had time to be happy for Joffrey, the new King. Shortly after he received his crown, her father was imprisoned as a traitor and the whole of his household attacked. She had been walking with Septa Mordane when the men fell upon them, and was only saved as the Septa told her to go. She did as she was told, but was unable to get to her room before the Hound found her. He brought her to Queen Cersei, who explained the situation. Her father was a traitor, who did not believe Joffrey was the rightful heir to the throne, but Sansa could save him if she wrote home to Winterfell and told them to come to King's Landing and swear fealty. Sansa did as she was told, and began to hatch a plan of her own.Believing whole-heartedly that her father was not as everyone said he was, Sansa gathered up all her courage and approached King Joffrey, begging for his forgiveness. She asked him to spare her father, as he was under the influence of milk of the poppy for his wounded leg and did not know what he was thinking. She asked for him to be given another chance: to take back his claims and proclaim Joffrey the rightful King. She knew he would accept, and she was faithful that Joffrey would, too. And to her great happiness, he did.
The day of her father's trail dawned and Sansa could not have been happier. She had saved her father's life, because he was going to confess and everything would be better. He'd be released and she could have her father back and she'd still have Joffrey. She watched from next to the Queen with pride as she saw her father step forward to confess. Her happiness was short-lived as Joffrey, in front of everyone on the Sept of Baelor, took back his words and ordered her father's death. There was nothing Sansa could do as she watched with horror as her father's head was cut off. Reeling with the loss of her father, her only true friend left in King's Landing, as well as the loss of the love of her life in Joffrey, she fainted.
When she woke up, she was back in her room, a guard posted at her door. She was hardly able to get out of bed unless she was summoned, and summoned she was, by King Joffrey himself. She dressed and went to him as though nothing was wrong. She tried to be strong and show him that she still loved him, even if that love was as dead as her own father. To her horror, he took her up to the walls, and ordered her to gaze upon the head of her father, and Septa Mordane. She wasn't sure how she did it, but she did. She looked, and when he said he would give her her brother's head, she cooly told him, "Maybe he'll give me yours."
That was the last time she ever spoke out against Joffrey. He ordered his guard to slap her. Bleeding and humiliated, Sansa realized in that moment she could have killed Joffrey if she wanted to. She could have pushed him and he would have fallen to his death, maybe even taking her along with him. It wouldn't have mattered, and she will forever wish she had had the strength in that moment. She would have, too, if in an act of some strange sort of comfort, the Hound told her not to. She listened, and was escorted back to her room.
Sansa is now aware of what she is. She's a political prisoner, disguised as Joffrey's betrothed. She knows that her life is at stake with every step she makes, every word she utters. She's determined to live, and with everyone believing her nothing short of an idiot, she knows she can do it. If anyone can navigate the dangerous waters of court life at King's Landing, it's her. And she'll do it. Meanwhile praying every day for the safety of her family, hoping against hope that Robb will come in and save her, returning her to Winterfell, where she now knows she belongs.
Character Personality The first thing most people that look at Sansa will tell you is that she is a whining bitch. Woah. Back it up a second. A whining bitch? Sansa Stark is thirteen-years-old. What thirteen-year-old isn't? She may have once been petty and whiny, but take a look at the world she's grown up in: before coming to King's Landing, Sansa was raised to be a lady in Winterfell, isolated from the world. She grew up with stories and songs of brave knights and beautiful queens. And that is what she believed the world to be. Now she's met brave knights and they are cowards and ugly. Beautiful queens who she once looked up to are cold and calculating. And princes are horrible liars that only serve to break your heart.
All her life, Sansa has always loved beautiful things. She likes gowns and dancing and lemon cakes. Especially lemon cakes. She's always excelled at singing, needle work, the things ladies are supposed to. Her manners are impeccable, and few at the age of thirteen could hold their own in a conversation with the Queen. But Sansa has done just that.
An incredibly intelligent girl, Sansa does her best to hide her intelligence. She knows that the Queen and King thing she's insufferably stupid, and this in the long run, only helps her. They carry on in front of her as though she has no idea what they're speaking about, but she knows. And she stores all this information away for some other time.
Sansa was trained for court, and now she's putting all of her training to good use. She wears her courtesy like an armor, always saying the right thing, stoking Joffrey's ego, and doing her best to navigate a world where everyone it seems, wants her dead, and she has no friends to call her own. Sansa Stark is alone.
Perhaps Sansa is a whining bitch. But she alone had to stand and watch her father decapitated on the orders of the boy she was supposed to be in love with, and, as her father died, so did her love for Joffrey. Now all she wants is to survive, and return home to her family and the North that she tried to deny. Sansa Stark is a political prisoner. Sansa Stark is brave. Sansa Stark is a survivor. Sansa Stark is going to win the Game of Thrones.
Family Members or Important People Lord Eddard Stark, Father, Deceased
Lady Catelyn Tully, Mother
King Robb Stark, Brother, King in the North
Jon Snow, Bastard
Arya Stark, Sister
Bran Stark, Brother
Rickon Stark, Brother
King JoffreyLannister Baratheon, fiance
Sample Roleplay
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Character Gender Female
Character House Stark
Character Alignment House Stark inwardly, outwardly, House Lannister
Character Appearance
Character's Goals Once upon a time, Sansa Stark wanted to be Queen. Now that it's looking like that is most certainly about to happen, Sansa wants nothing to do with the crown. All she wants now is to go home and be reunited with her family. But because that isn't really an option, she wishes to remain alive, and convince those around her that she is loyal to her "one true love," King Joffrey Baratheon, the first of his name.
Character History thus far Sansa Stark was born in Winterfell, to Catelyn Tully and Eddard Stark. The first daughter born to them, she was welcomed with open, loving arms. From an early age, it was clear to all of those around her that she was not only the spitting image of her mother, but very much her father's daughter.
It was also clear that Sansa was made for the courtly life. She found joy in her lessons with Septa Mordane, and more than that, she found herself excelling at everything she was taught, from singing to dancing to needlework and playing instruments.
When her younger sister, Arya was born, Sansa was ecstatic to have a younger sister. She loved her older brother, Robb, and they got along very well, but he liked to do boy things with Jon and Theon. If she had a younger sister, she'd have someone to play with, to sing and dance with. Imagine her disapointment when Arya would rather spend her time with her half-brother, the bastard Jon Snow. To Sansa, this was a strange sort of betrayal. Arya was a girl! She was her sister! Why couldn't she be good at sewing instead of archery? It didn't make sense. To make it worse, Arya was rude and obnoxious, and had Sansa not known better, she wouldn't have believed that Arya was her sister at all. But she was, for Arya looked just like her father, and she knew that her mother loved her father too much to ever betray him in such a way. So she waited for another sister.
Unfortunately, another sister never arrived. Instead, Bran and Rickon, her younger brothers. As they grew, they joined Arya in tormenting her, much to her chagrin. But they were boys, that was acceptable. Arya she would never understand. Robb and her mother tried to tell her that Arya would come around, but she never did.
For as long as she can remember, Sansa has been a girl who longed for something more. She fell in love with the stories of knights and ladies and true love that Old Nan and Septa Mordane had told her growing up. She longed to hear the songs the rare singer who stopped in Winterfell sang. She found a comfort in them, and in her naievity, found herself believing that the world was a song. So isolated from the rest of the world, she knew it had to be true. The knights were valiant and brave and good, and the bad men always got what they deserved. She never imagined she would ever learn the hard way that this was far from true.
When Sansa heard that the king and queen were to be traveling to Winterfell, she was beside herself. The King and the Queen! here! She didn't believe there was any way this news could get better. But it did. She learned that she was to be betrothed to the prince, Joffrey, and when she saw him climb out of that carriage, it was love at first side. Joffrey was handsome and good, and he was a prince! That meant someday, she was to be queen. It was like a song come true. And it was happening to her. She happily packed her bags when she was told she would be moving to King's Landing with her father. Despite the tragedy that occurred shortly before leaving, Sansa could not have been more excited.
But it was far from as perfect as she imagined. On the way to King's Landing, she and Joffrey took a walk together, in order to get to know each other better. It was there that disaster struck by way of Arya. Arya, who should never be allowed to have nice things, was found playing with the Butcher's Boy, fighting him. In a move that Sansa is convinced was to show her how brave he was, Joffrey drew his sword and demanded a duel. But Ayra had to ruin everything, like usual. She attacked Joffrey, and her direwolf, Nymeria joined in. Unable to rush in to defend herself and terrified for all parties involved, Sansa stood on the sidelines, screaming and hoping it all would stop. When it did stop, Joffrey was left wounded, all thanks to her stupid sister and her stupid direwolf that couldn't behave properly, unlike Lady. She could only hope that Joffrey still loved her despite her rude and horrible sister.
That evening, Sansa was called in front of the King and Queen to give testimony as to what had happened by the river. Though she knew she should have defended her sister and told the truth, Sansa was smart enough to recognize that calling the crown prince, and the love of her young life a liar in front of the King and Queen was a very, very stupid thing to do. So she did the only thing she could do: lie, and say she didn't remember a thing. Instead of being rewarded for her clever thinking, Queen Cersei called out for blood. And with Nymeria no where to be found, it was Sansa's direworlf, Lady, that was to suffer. Something Sansa would never forgive Arya for.
Thankfully the rest of the ride to King's Landing was completely innocuous, with Sansa refusing to speak to Arya and Arya refusing to speak to Sansa. Instead, Sansa spent her time with Jeyne Poole, and Joffrey when she could, enjoying the time she spent getting to know her betrothed, though she was quite unnerved by the near-constant presence of his guard, The Hound.
Upon arriving at King's Landing, Sansa was quick to take up her studies again, and found that, as she had believed, courtly life agreed with her. King's Landing was everything she'd ever imagined and more, and so was Joffrey. Sansa was completely and totally in love with him, and happily told anyone who would listen how much she loved him. By now, she was speaking with Arya, but only to argue with her. You'd really think that after causing her sister to lose her wolf, Arya would stop with her stupid boy-ish ways. How wrong she was.
When the tournament in her father's honor was announced, Sansa was all too eager to watch. She'd always dreamed of a real tournament, and a chance to see the knight's of the realm in action. It was there that she first saw the Knight of the Flowers, and though she was still enamored with Joffrey, when he gave her his rose, Sansa couldn't help but feel her heart flutter for the handsome young knight. Ser Loras was everything she'd believed knights to be. They were beautiful and good and the way he'd rescued The Hound from his brother... It was safe to say that once again, Sansa was convinced everything was going to be perfect.
To her horror, the Hound seemed to take some sort of interest in her, just as much as she feared him. Lord Petyr Baelish told her of the manner in which he received his burns, and it did not seem to help matters. She was still terrified of him, but still oddly fascinated by him. Unsure, Sansa did her best to try to avoid him, which was surprisingly difficult considering he was the personal guard of Joffrey.
As Sansa was convinced that everything was fine and dandy, she was devastated to learn that her father wanted her to return to Winterfell and call off her engagement to Joffrey. She had no choice but to let her father know how she felt: that she was in love with Joffrey and didn't care about anything else and would happily stay in King's Landing by herself if it meant being with him. Unfortunately, she was to get her wish.
When King Robert was killed, Sansa hardly had time to be happy for Joffrey, the new King. Shortly after he received his crown, her father was imprisoned as a traitor and the whole of his household attacked. She had been walking with Septa Mordane when the men fell upon them, and was only saved as the Septa told her to go. She did as she was told, but was unable to get to her room before the Hound found her. He brought her to Queen Cersei, who explained the situation. Her father was a traitor, who did not believe Joffrey was the rightful heir to the throne, but Sansa could save him if she wrote home to Winterfell and told them to come to King's Landing and swear fealty. Sansa did as she was told, and began to hatch a plan of her own.Believing whole-heartedly that her father was not as everyone said he was, Sansa gathered up all her courage and approached King Joffrey, begging for his forgiveness. She asked him to spare her father, as he was under the influence of milk of the poppy for his wounded leg and did not know what he was thinking. She asked for him to be given another chance: to take back his claims and proclaim Joffrey the rightful King. She knew he would accept, and she was faithful that Joffrey would, too. And to her great happiness, he did.
The day of her father's trail dawned and Sansa could not have been happier. She had saved her father's life, because he was going to confess and everything would be better. He'd be released and she could have her father back and she'd still have Joffrey. She watched from next to the Queen with pride as she saw her father step forward to confess. Her happiness was short-lived as Joffrey, in front of everyone on the Sept of Baelor, took back his words and ordered her father's death. There was nothing Sansa could do as she watched with horror as her father's head was cut off. Reeling with the loss of her father, her only true friend left in King's Landing, as well as the loss of the love of her life in Joffrey, she fainted.
When she woke up, she was back in her room, a guard posted at her door. She was hardly able to get out of bed unless she was summoned, and summoned she was, by King Joffrey himself. She dressed and went to him as though nothing was wrong. She tried to be strong and show him that she still loved him, even if that love was as dead as her own father. To her horror, he took her up to the walls, and ordered her to gaze upon the head of her father, and Septa Mordane. She wasn't sure how she did it, but she did. She looked, and when he said he would give her her brother's head, she cooly told him, "Maybe he'll give me yours."
That was the last time she ever spoke out against Joffrey. He ordered his guard to slap her. Bleeding and humiliated, Sansa realized in that moment she could have killed Joffrey if she wanted to. She could have pushed him and he would have fallen to his death, maybe even taking her along with him. It wouldn't have mattered, and she will forever wish she had had the strength in that moment. She would have, too, if in an act of some strange sort of comfort, the Hound told her not to. She listened, and was escorted back to her room.
Sansa is now aware of what she is. She's a political prisoner, disguised as Joffrey's betrothed. She knows that her life is at stake with every step she makes, every word she utters. She's determined to live, and with everyone believing her nothing short of an idiot, she knows she can do it. If anyone can navigate the dangerous waters of court life at King's Landing, it's her. And she'll do it. Meanwhile praying every day for the safety of her family, hoping against hope that Robb will come in and save her, returning her to Winterfell, where she now knows she belongs.
Character Personality The first thing most people that look at Sansa will tell you is that she is a whining bitch. Woah. Back it up a second. A whining bitch? Sansa Stark is thirteen-years-old. What thirteen-year-old isn't? She may have once been petty and whiny, but take a look at the world she's grown up in: before coming to King's Landing, Sansa was raised to be a lady in Winterfell, isolated from the world. She grew up with stories and songs of brave knights and beautiful queens. And that is what she believed the world to be. Now she's met brave knights and they are cowards and ugly. Beautiful queens who she once looked up to are cold and calculating. And princes are horrible liars that only serve to break your heart.
All her life, Sansa has always loved beautiful things. She likes gowns and dancing and lemon cakes. Especially lemon cakes. She's always excelled at singing, needle work, the things ladies are supposed to. Her manners are impeccable, and few at the age of thirteen could hold their own in a conversation with the Queen. But Sansa has done just that.
An incredibly intelligent girl, Sansa does her best to hide her intelligence. She knows that the Queen and King thing she's insufferably stupid, and this in the long run, only helps her. They carry on in front of her as though she has no idea what they're speaking about, but she knows. And she stores all this information away for some other time.
Sansa was trained for court, and now she's putting all of her training to good use. She wears her courtesy like an armor, always saying the right thing, stoking Joffrey's ego, and doing her best to navigate a world where everyone it seems, wants her dead, and she has no friends to call her own. Sansa Stark is alone.
Perhaps Sansa is a whining bitch. But she alone had to stand and watch her father decapitated on the orders of the boy she was supposed to be in love with, and, as her father died, so did her love for Joffrey. Now all she wants is to survive, and return home to her family and the North that she tried to deny. Sansa Stark is a political prisoner. Sansa Stark is brave. Sansa Stark is a survivor. Sansa Stark is going to win the Game of Thrones.
Family Members or Important People Lord Eddard Stark, Father, Deceased
Lady Catelyn Tully, Mother
King Robb Stark, Brother, King in the North
Jon Snow, Bastard
Arya Stark, Sister
Bran Stark, Brother
Rickon Stark, Brother
King Joffrey
Sample Roleplay
She wanted to go home. King's Landing was not her home, and she knew now it would never be her home. How could she call such a cruel place home? Same way she supposed she could tell everyone that she came into contact with that she loved King Joffrey with all her heart. It was a lie, all of it. She did not love Joffrey, and she never could. Not anymore. He'd broken her heart in half the day he had her father beheaded, going back on the promise he'd made her. But he'd made it clear he did not love her then. She'd asked him, if he had any love in his heart at all for her, to spare her father. But he did not. And he did not love her anymore than she loved him.
That was also the day she learned that King's Landing was not her home. Winterfell was, and it always would be. It was strange, she knew idly, that the girl who had so desperately longed for court life, to be part of that majestic world soon found herself loathing every part of it. If she was to remain here, as she knew she was, she was going to be miserable for the rest of her life. However long that was to be. She was learning all too quickly how mortal they were. Her father, whom she'd believed to be immortal, perfect in nearly every way, had been killed in front of her. And she'd had no choice but to stand there and watch as everything she'd ever believed was torn out from under her. Not all knights were good. Not all Kings brave and handsome. Life was, not a song as she so desperately wanted it to be. If it was a song, it was one no one would wish to sing.
She hadn't sung since that day. Usually, Sansa would practice as much as she could, much like the bird that the Hound had likened her to. But no, now she did not sing. It took much to rouse her from her room, if she chose to even leave her bed. While she once reveled in walking the halls of King's Landing, she now found solace in the dark of her covers. Today was, unfortunately, one of the days that she had been managed to be roused. She'd sat there, letting her servants dress her and put her hair up-- one of those stupid Southern hairstyles she'd once so envied. Her dress was a beautiful pale green, standing out against her auburn hair and pale eyes. She was just like her mother, she recalled so many telling her. She often wondered if it was true. Her mother was brave and strong. What was she? A coward, terrified of saying even one wrong word and bringing Joffrey's wraith, be it in the form of someone's hand, or the axe down upon her. For this reason, she remained quiet, speaking only when spoken to, and when she did, each word was carefully selected. She said what they wanted to hear, what they expected her to say. Let them think she was stupid. Let them think she was naive. It didn't matter. What mattered was her safety, and the safety of her family. She'd heard Robb had declared himself King, and raised an army against King's Landing. She'd heard he'd captured the Kingslayer, and despite the joy she felt for him, she spoke of her hatred for Robb, and how he was a traitor, as was her mother. She'd learned quickly not to speak out against Joffrey. She still had the bruises from the last time.
Forced out of her quarters, Sansa was wandering King's Landing, having been given freedom of the castle. She was not to leave, of course, least she run off to try to find Arya-- Arya. She missed Arya. She hadn't seen her for who knew how long, and she could only hope she was still alive, hiding somewhere safe, perhaps she'd made it to Winterfell. Arya was, as much as it pained her to say it, smart. She would have been able to get out. She would be safe. She was sure of it.
It was her own safety she was not sure of.
She was alone now, she knew. Both in the hall she found herself in now, and in life. All of her father's servants and men had been killed. Anyone she could have considered a friend was gone. Septa Mordane, Jeyne Poole... Though where Jeyne was she did not know. She hadn't seen her head when she'd been forced to look. She could only hope she'd managed to escape with Arya. But something told her this was not true. No. She was alone. And would be for the rest of her life.
That was also the day she learned that King's Landing was not her home. Winterfell was, and it always would be. It was strange, she knew idly, that the girl who had so desperately longed for court life, to be part of that majestic world soon found herself loathing every part of it. If she was to remain here, as she knew she was, she was going to be miserable for the rest of her life. However long that was to be. She was learning all too quickly how mortal they were. Her father, whom she'd believed to be immortal, perfect in nearly every way, had been killed in front of her. And she'd had no choice but to stand there and watch as everything she'd ever believed was torn out from under her. Not all knights were good. Not all Kings brave and handsome. Life was, not a song as she so desperately wanted it to be. If it was a song, it was one no one would wish to sing.
She hadn't sung since that day. Usually, Sansa would practice as much as she could, much like the bird that the Hound had likened her to. But no, now she did not sing. It took much to rouse her from her room, if she chose to even leave her bed. While she once reveled in walking the halls of King's Landing, she now found solace in the dark of her covers. Today was, unfortunately, one of the days that she had been managed to be roused. She'd sat there, letting her servants dress her and put her hair up-- one of those stupid Southern hairstyles she'd once so envied. Her dress was a beautiful pale green, standing out against her auburn hair and pale eyes. She was just like her mother, she recalled so many telling her. She often wondered if it was true. Her mother was brave and strong. What was she? A coward, terrified of saying even one wrong word and bringing Joffrey's wraith, be it in the form of someone's hand, or the axe down upon her. For this reason, she remained quiet, speaking only when spoken to, and when she did, each word was carefully selected. She said what they wanted to hear, what they expected her to say. Let them think she was stupid. Let them think she was naive. It didn't matter. What mattered was her safety, and the safety of her family. She'd heard Robb had declared himself King, and raised an army against King's Landing. She'd heard he'd captured the Kingslayer, and despite the joy she felt for him, she spoke of her hatred for Robb, and how he was a traitor, as was her mother. She'd learned quickly not to speak out against Joffrey. She still had the bruises from the last time.
Forced out of her quarters, Sansa was wandering King's Landing, having been given freedom of the castle. She was not to leave, of course, least she run off to try to find Arya-- Arya. She missed Arya. She hadn't seen her for who knew how long, and she could only hope she was still alive, hiding somewhere safe, perhaps she'd made it to Winterfell. Arya was, as much as it pained her to say it, smart. She would have been able to get out. She would be safe. She was sure of it.
It was her own safety she was not sure of.
She was alone now, she knew. Both in the hall she found herself in now, and in life. All of her father's servants and men had been killed. Anyone she could have considered a friend was gone. Septa Mordane, Jeyne Poole... Though where Jeyne was she did not know. She hadn't seen her head when she'd been forced to look. She could only hope she'd managed to escape with Arya. But something told her this was not true. No. She was alone. And would be for the rest of her life.
How did you find us? Jack sent me a link.
