Post by Sansa Stark on Jun 18, 2014 23:10:08 GMT -6
The sun peaked through Sansa's window and illuminated the stones around her to a pale grey, contrasting the blackness that had surrounded her the night prior. She slowly rose from the comfort of featherbeds and woolen blankets to greet the morning as she had every other day, but today was different. Today, family awaited outside her door.
For an instant Sansa had thought she'd only dreamt the comforts of Jon's strong hold, the scents of him, the rumble of his voice in his chest. Maybe it truly was a dream and her past had finally caught up with her, twisting fantasy and reality until she was unsure which was which. But if Jon Snow had come to her and cradled her in a dream, she would wage war on the sun for waking her.
She swung her feet over the edge of the bed and rose to dress herself, choosing a gown the color of lavender and sage, letting her long auburn hair fall to her hips as she pinned the top in a common Southern design. Sansa wanted to be presentable. The knights of the Vale still were not accustomed to her presence, as well as her dearly beloved brother, and the more she tended to her appearance the more accepted she would be. Slipping on a pair of heeled shoes and applying mild makeup to her young face, Sansa Stark left the room and Alayne Stone emerged in the hallway.
Littlefinger was quick to take the young girl's arm, coming forth from the darkness as if he'd been waiting for her. Sansa jumped slightly as she hadn't expected his sudden arrival, but she didn't have much time to ask questions as he began to speak.
"Your brother is in the dining hall with the rest of the Night's Watch," he told her in a soft coo just near her ear. "Would you like to join us for breakfast, Lady Stark?"
"I--yes, yes of course." Sansa nodded to him and followed his lead to the room in which he spoke, though her nerves to see Jon again much outweighed her curiosity as to what he had been doing just outside her door.
For an instant Sansa had thought she'd only dreamt the comforts of Jon's strong hold, the scents of him, the rumble of his voice in his chest. Maybe it truly was a dream and her past had finally caught up with her, twisting fantasy and reality until she was unsure which was which. But if Jon Snow had come to her and cradled her in a dream, she would wage war on the sun for waking her.
She swung her feet over the edge of the bed and rose to dress herself, choosing a gown the color of lavender and sage, letting her long auburn hair fall to her hips as she pinned the top in a common Southern design. Sansa wanted to be presentable. The knights of the Vale still were not accustomed to her presence, as well as her dearly beloved brother, and the more she tended to her appearance the more accepted she would be. Slipping on a pair of heeled shoes and applying mild makeup to her young face, Sansa Stark left the room and Alayne Stone emerged in the hallway.
Littlefinger was quick to take the young girl's arm, coming forth from the darkness as if he'd been waiting for her. Sansa jumped slightly as she hadn't expected his sudden arrival, but she didn't have much time to ask questions as he began to speak.
"Your brother is in the dining hall with the rest of the Night's Watch," he told her in a soft coo just near her ear. "Would you like to join us for breakfast, Lady Stark?"
"I--yes, yes of course." Sansa nodded to him and followed his lead to the room in which he spoke, though her nerves to see Jon again much outweighed her curiosity as to what he had been doing just outside her door.
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