♕ Sansa Stark | Game of Thrones 5.06 “Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken” {x}

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♕ Sansa Stark | Game of Thrones 5.06 “Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken” {x}
Lord… Lord Tyrion was kind.
Tarth, Ser Jaime. The Sapphire Isle.
Jon glanced back at Stannis. For an instant their eyes met. Then the king nodded and went back inside his tower.
If you would take a man’s life, you owe it to him to look into his eyes and hear his final words.
Oh, there are
You weren’t a knight, but you were a Kingsguard to Renly Baratheon, weren’t you? Lord Tyrion said he was a good man. He was.
“We march on Winterfell within the fortnight, before the snows trap us here.”
Sansa was the pretty one. He remembered a time when he had thought that Lord Eddard Stark might marry him to Sansa, and claim him for a son, but that had only been a child’s fancy
You’ve been running all your life. Terrible things happened to your family and you weep. You sit alone in a darkened room, mourning their fates. You’ve been a bystander to tragedy from the day they executed your father. Stop being a bystander… Stop running. There’s no justice in the world, not unless we make it.
She smiles quite a lot.
Needle was too small to be a proper sword, it was hardly more than a toy. She’d been a stupid little girl when Jon had it made for her. “It’s just a sword,” she said, aloud this time… but it wasn’t.
“Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell's grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan's stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow's smile. He used to mess my hair and call me "little sister," she remembered, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes.”