#off to someone who treated her badly and cregan found out and killed him. so she's back at winterfell.

[roseguided]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄, not like when she was a girl, but she can still find solace in the godswood. to sit beneath to crimson colored leaves, to have the ghost of winter air over her cheeks & to sit in silence. here, she remembers her mother. her father. her siblings. sansa closes her eyes, tilting her head back as cold wind rushes to her pale cheeks to turn them a tinted red color. a breath pushed from her lungs from lips in a puff of smoke, the distant crunch of snow making eyes open & her eyes turn to see someone she hadn't expected. had cregan forgotten to mention they were having a visitor ? & a crowned prince, at that. arms are tucked close inside her cloak, though sansa doesn't stand right away. she smiles, however, ❛ how're you fairing in t'cold, your grace ? ❜ asked in a lighthearted tone. ❛ i do hope vhagar is fairing well. i've been told dragons do not much like the cold. ❜

[ * @lvscinvs liked for a starter from sansa stark ! ]