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He had been assisting her in a matter of what seemed to beutmost importance and yet she had not yet gotten to the coreof what she needed from him. Surprisingly he felt open with her, capable of communicating with her in a way he hardly didwith anyone else. Sansa, however, was someone of gentle spirit.Someone who failed to judge even where judgement neededto be laid.

Night had spoken where the day had faded and Victor knew thatit was rather late for her to be wandering the city’s streets on herown. Be it concern or an unspoken need to not be alone for thenight he lifted his eyes towards her with an almost hesitant invitelingering within them.

“Do you want to stay the night?”

[girlfromwinterfell]

The girl was on her way to Winterfell, after her short stop to kill Walder Fray because out of revenge after he was responsible for the death of her mother and brother. And that couldn’t be unpaid actually. So Arya did some tricks that she had learned. Now it was damn time to head back home, where she belonged, knowing that they would think she would be dead. Not aware that Brienne had told Sansa that the youngest Stark girl was still alive. The girl saw Winterfell but something felt odd like it wasn’t the same as it used to be.

Here goes nothing right, once she came closer she noticed that it wasn’t the same Winterfell as it used to be. Once she was at the gate and the guards opened it, they didn’t wanted her to get pass it. “Let me in, this is my home.” Why don’t they believe her. “I’m Arya Stark.” Of course she’s been gone for a long time.

One guard went to get someone to see if she can identify the girl. Once the guard saw Sansa. ‘Milady, there’s a girl at the gate, saying she’s Arya Stark.’ 

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[cerseilionesslannister]

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[peonyofzhonghua]

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     Eyes down turned, attempting to concentrate on her mending, Peony tried to make the stitches perfectly lined and unnoticeable. The young woman had been a tad more relaxed than usual, with this task being one that she had experience with. The women of Yi Ti, even nobles, would often sew clothing for their future families as dowry gifts.

     Had she gotten any other task, Peony might not have not fared well. Especially being within the same room as one who she was serving, her nerves would be scattered and fingers clumsy.

     Daring to take a swift glance at the other girl -- Sansa, her name was, right? -- Peony hesitated. A moment later, she lifted fabric to show. “I am finished, Lady Sansa...Is there another I might work on?” Her words were slow and deliberate. In her mind, everything was Yi Tish. And, yet, she was required to translate everything to common tongue.

     Having only been away from her home for little more than a year, taken in by the staff at King’s Landing for two months of that time, the language was not yet fluent to her.

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    “ Sometimes I think it would be nice to know what peace really is. ”

[georgerrrmartin]

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             George stayed a good twenty paces back from the red-haired lass, though his eyes stayed trained on the girl’s every move. He would not lose her now, after having trailed the Stark girl for a large portion of the day. Clearing his throat, George cast a glance about him before continuing down the street a few paces more as the girl herself moved further away. He had never known how good he was at sneaking, but it was regardless quite the thrilling adventure. He only hoped that she did not decide to notice him now, after he’d gotten so far throughout the day. 

[cerseilionesslannister]

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         “I am glad you will be joining us in the capitol, little dove.”

         That was a lie. Cersei did not particularly care one way or another. But she supposed Sansa Stark was the lesser  of the many evils fighting and clawing for her son’s hand in marriage:  the girl was sweet, perhaps even to a fault,  and  it seemed as though she was rather easy to influence. A sponge, more than ready to soak up a life most different than the one she had lived this far. 

         “Have  you  ever  made such a lengthy journey before?  Travel  does  take some getting used to, I’m afraid; it will not be a comfortable voyage,  but  your destination shall make it all seem worth it in the end.”