“ Her face was firmly etched behind his eyes as the horse charged harder and faster; the memory of her blue eyes and red hair sustaining the wavering bravery within his heart. (...) her face was immortal in his imagination, and no fear from battle could erase it. I love you, sweet Sansa he thought as the sunlight and fire glinted off his spear as he came towards the dragon. “
“ The horizon is white and blurred against the lightness of the winter sky, but somewhere along it she imagines a white horse and a golden knight emerging from the snow. It's something she pictures everyday, the image of Ser Jaime Lannister never far from her mind and she finds it sustains her while she listens to the slithering whispers of Littlefinger and the cutting threats from her sister. “
Quote from the beautiful fanfic: retrouvaille by @winterjons
Read it here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11813451/chapters/26652687