I am Sansa Stark, Lord Eddard’s daughter and Lady Catelyn’s, the blood of Winterfell. She turned her face up to the sky and closed her eyes. She could feel the snow on her lashes, taste it on her lips. It was the taste of Winterfell, the taste of innocence, the taste of dreams.

Perhaps I will die too, she told herself, and the thought did not seem so terrible to her.

“My skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.”

watch out for her. watch out for her with him.

THE MAIDEN: The Maiden is weak of form, but her mastery of herself is powerful. We can do more and be greater. [x] @randaroyce

the north remembers..

I have a good heart.

A Game of Thrones, Sansa is seen as this naive girl that can be maneuvered and used. A Clash of Kings she experiences and understands what it is to be a piece (like the etiquette of being said piece tbqh) and how to deal with it. A Storm of Swords is where she finally recognizes her own potential of playing the game and takes a leap in that direction. A Feast for Crows she is Littlefinger’s trainee. That’s how I see Sansa’s evolvement through out the series. By AFfC she’s able to look at Littlefinger as partner to dance with but not to marry, you know? I think before she’d rather avoid dancing all together and remain as small and unthreatening as possible (or to possibly dance and be used and play the puppet to perfection).

I think she’s getting tired of everyone’s shit.

i never asked to play. the game was too dangerous. one slip and i am dead.