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willas/sansa (dun lie to me sis)
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She rose to her feet, moving to his side. “No one is asking you to sink tot he shadows Willas,” gaze full of nothing but concern as she spoke. “But you have been on your feet all day. You cannot recover if you do not rest. Just sit for a moment, please--”
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Olenna favoured her grandson, Willas, over anyone. She adored how studious he was and spoke highly of him. He was back in Highgarden where we belonged. Olenna was travelling back to Highgarden and she couldn’t wait to see him. She had been with Margaery most of the time and had only seen Willas for a short time before he went back to his home.
The travelling seemed to take ages and Olenna’s hips were aching by the time she reached Highgarden. Her first thought was to find Willas. She wanted to know how things were.
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Sansa relished the feeling of salt water in her hair as she swam calmly through the ocean, her eyes widening as she spotted a boat above her. She loved watching humans. They were all just so interesting. Swimming towards the ocean’s surface, the young mermaid’s head broke through the waves, blue eyes shining towards the ship’s deck. She was humming a tune, a sweet one that her mother had taught her but stopped as she happened to make eye contact with a man aboard the ship. Usually, Sansa would be smart and swim away before anyone could get a good look at her, but this time something was different. Her lips parted slightly, as if she was preparing to speak, but what would she say? Smiling, she gave slight wave, mouthing a quick hello. Stupid girl, she thought, cursing herself for being so daft, yet still not willing to leave so soon.
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Sansa had not seen Willas in much too long. She had been forced to make a trip back to Winterfell in order to speak with some of the House Stark’s northern allies, and the grueling trip had lasted nearly four months. It was hard to stay composed as she rode into Highgarden’s courtyard where Willas stood, and as she climbed down from her horse all courtesies were lost. Sansa ran to her husband, stopping only inches from him before wrapping both arms around his neck.
“I love you,” she whispered immediately, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes from the pure joy of seeing him after being separated for so long.