The dwarf tugged at her a third time. Stubbornly she pressed her lips together and pretended not to notice.
“I pray for Robb’s victory and Joffrey’s death… and for home. For Winterfell.”
i’ll tell you what. i’m going to give you a present. after I raise my armies, and kill your traitor brother, i’ll give you his head as well.
“T h e y h a v e m a d e m e a L a n n i s t e r”
Winterfell was the home of your childhood…
“You were wed to Tyrion Lannister, Petyr says. That vile dwarf.”
“They made me marry him. I never wanted it.”
3.08 Second Sons // Sansa Stark
The ceremony passed as in a dream. Sansa did all that was required of her. There were prayers and vows and singing, and tall candles burning, a hundred dancing lights that the tears in her eyes transformed into a thousand. Thankfully no one seemed to notice that she was crying as she stood there, wrapped in her father’s colors; or if they did, they pretended not to. In what seemed no time at all, they came to the changing of the cloaks.