[ She is only Queen Sansa now. She is the crown. She is the Red Wolf, the Crowned Wolf. She is the Stark in Winterfell.
The only Stark in Winterfell.
All she's ever wanted was to go home and be with her family. She's grateful that her remaining family lives, but they are all so far away from her. She and Bran write regularly, both as monarchs and siblings. Letters have to be sent by person to person to try and reach Arya and Jon. She doesn't even have her sworn shield Brienne. She'd left her behind in the Red Keep, for her brother needs her more in that pit of vipers than she does here in their ancestral home.
Spring is coming. The North rebuilds and soon, farming will become more feasible. She's made good trade agreements with neighboring kingdoms, and it's beginning to pay off now. Her home and her people prosper, but Sansa Stark languishes inside.
She hopes seeing Margaery again will bring her some comfort. It has been so long since they'd seen each other last. She rises from her throne to greet the Lady of Highgarden. She realizes that her old friend is alone in the world, just as she'd felt so long ago. ]
The North welcomes you, Lady Tyrell. Thank you for coming.
[ The introduction is grand and courteous as expected, but she requests a maid bring bread, salt and cheese along with some wine to her solar. She doesn't quite take Margaery's arm like she used to, but she escorts her herself. ]
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The only Stark in Winterfell.
All she's ever wanted was to go home and be with her family. She's grateful that her remaining family lives, but they are all so far away from her. She and Bran write regularly, both as monarchs and siblings. Letters have to be sent by person to person to try and reach Arya and Jon. She doesn't even have her sworn shield Brienne. She'd left her behind in the Red Keep, for her brother needs her more in that pit of vipers than she does here in their ancestral home.
Spring is coming. The North rebuilds and soon, farming will become more feasible. She's made good trade agreements with neighboring kingdoms, and it's beginning to pay off now. Her home and her people prosper, but Sansa Stark languishes inside.
She hopes seeing Margaery again will bring her some comfort. It has been so long since they'd seen each other last. She rises from her throne to greet the Lady of Highgarden. She realizes that her old friend is alone in the world, just as she'd felt so long ago. ]
The North welcomes you, Lady Tyrell. Thank you for coming.
[ The introduction is grand and courteous as expected, but she requests a maid bring bread, salt and cheese along with some wine to her solar. She doesn't quite take Margaery's arm like she used to, but she escorts her herself. ]
How was your travels?