The Lady's Squire || Sansa & Podrick
Sansa sniffled, dabbing at her eyes with a silk handkerchief as her hair fell in red curtains framing her face. She was in the garden, seated on a stone bench in a small glen hidden away from the public eye. Sansa Lannister. That was to be her name, and soon too, within days. She'd grown to appreciate and respect Lord Tyrion, but now there was no room in her head for anything but hatred for the Lannisters.
Her thoughts were interrupted by heavy footfalls, strong but hesitant, and her eyes snapped up. "Wh-who's there?" she demanded into the brush.













