
Sansa Stark is my last chance for honor
“Ser,” she says with a nod, her hair whipping about her face.
“My lady.”
“You’ve done well,” she says, as she looks over his shoulder, her eyes dancing over the buildings they have rebuilt and those that are still in ruin, piles of scorched rubble heaped with snow.
It is better than when they arrived, but there is still much to do. He can see that mingling with the hope in her blue eyes there is sadness lurking. This is not the Winterfell of her youth. Nor will it ever be.
Look forward, he wants to urge her. Don’t look back.
She lets his hand slip, as she turns away from him, addressing the men, who crowd in, breaking the ranks Jaime insisted upon for her arrival, as the mountain ponies and wagons pour through the entrance.
“Lannisters and northern men alike,” she shouts out to them. “This is a winter that will make northerners of us all. We shall raise Winterfell together. We shall make House Stark a power once more. We shall forge a powerful alliance between us two. We shall all be brothers.”
( © text by just_a_dram)
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You are mine, I am yours → A Jaime/Sansa fanmix (download)*best listened to while reading angsty post-series fic
- Metric - Love is a Place
- Angus & Julia Stone - Draw Your Swords
- Warpaint - Baby
- Chris Garneau - Between The Bars (Elliott Smith cover)
- The Hush Sound - Lighthouse
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