Rains of Winterfell // Sansa, Tywin
Gods, I don't know why I'm going there again, Sansa thought with a streak of fear. No, I must be brave. Him and his fat worm lips won't ruin it for me. Not this, I won't let him. The Godswood was not so far to go, and Sansa hastened her steps to make the distance even less a lot faster. For days she had been avoiding the wood, even nights. In truth the nights scared her more than the days, since the night had its cloak of darkness that blinded a man's eye.
Nights were growing longer with each passing day, however, when she had to instead spend them with her lord husband. Each night more uncomfortable than the next, Sansa decided that she couldn't avoid the Godswood any longer. She decreed to herself that by the morrow she would wake up in the early hours of the morning and visit the Old Gods. Perhaps I should visit the Sept instead, she sometimes wondered, but the thoughts earned a quick dismissal most of the time. It was the Old Gods who reminded her most of home, of House Stark, and of Winterfell. The Seven still held her faith, and she did still spare her time to pray to them, but as of late they just couldn't give her the same comfort and solace that the Godswood did.
All this deep thinking, accompanied by her swift steps caused her to almost bump into three strangers on the way to her destination. Maybe they weren't strangers to her memory, maybe Sansa had seen them once or twice, it didn't matter to her now, they were all people who she didn't know and that didn't know her. Her blue skirts swirled behind her ankles as she moved, the golden lining around the edges of her dress shimmering in the light of the rising sun. It was as beautiful dress as it was ambiguous, with no symbols or certain color schemes that would represent a house Sansa cared for.
Looking over her shoulder as she went, she couldn't help but at least steal one quick glance at the breaking of dawn. Rarely did she wake early enough to see the beauty of it, the memory of her last sunrise viewing escaped her, so it must have been a long while. Oyster pink and coral orange mixed together to make the most entrancing array of colours in the clouds and sky. It was so entrancing that Sansa felt herself bump into something so hard and stiff she thought she might have fell off her straight line of walking and hit a pillar. When she quickly turned to see what she'd really careened into, Sansa found herself soon wishing it was a pillar.
"I-- My sincerest apologies, my lord. I did not mean to disturb you." Immediately, as if second nature, Sansa had backed away and pulled herself into a decent curtsey, though her mind was a lot less pulled together at that instant. Sansa didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the happenstance; she had specifically been meaning to visit the Godswood to avoid Lannisters, and here she was running headlong into the patriarch of House Lannister himself. Her head remained bowed for a little longer than she would have liked, and after he initial most basic human feelings of shock and embarrassment, the more deep-set ones within Sansa began to make themselves known, though she had never truly imagined Tywin Lannister's face when she normally felt her hatred towards the Lannisters.
