When they come together for his wedding, and you come out… clad in a maiden’s cloak of white and grey with a direwolf emblazoned on the back… why, every knight in the Vale will pledge his sword to win you back your birthright.
#this is literally how i feel about the entire series #i want it to end with sansa smiling demurely over the ashes before daintily lifting her hem and stepping over the remains of her enemies #i want her to have to bite her lip when they perish #because it is uncharitable to laugh and sansa is nothing if not a lady #but she cant help it and she cackles as they beg for mercy #then she sits in her solar and does some exquisite needlepoint and lives happily ever after
And then Sansa teaches her pony-sized furry killing machine to take food delicately from her hand, because manners are important.
you can tell a lot about a person by who they think should rule westeros
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a song of ice and bitch i might