Nov 21, 2014
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Stillness settled over lithe form, instinct demanding she run despite fears of attracting its attention. As a child, she heard time and again Old Nan's tales and as a lady in Joffrey's court Sansa oft heard whispers of the Dragon Queen's return across the Narrow Sea. Despite wagging tongues and worried glances shared, in spite of the history to Harrenhal's scorched stones, never had the girl truly believed.
And now she merely stood, motionless and breathless, praying unto any god so inclined that her life might be spared.