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Sansa dreamed, of her days at Winterfell. Those days when she had felt so loved, and cherished and protected by her Lord Father and Lady Mother. She remembers watching her father train with the boys: Robb, Bran, even Jon Snow and Theon Greyjoy. Lord Eddard Stark was often away, his duty being to keep peace and make justice in the North, but whenever he came home, he always made time to share with his children. His strong, warm arms and deep voice always made her feel safe, no matter what.
And her mother, always so beautiful, showing her and Arya how to sing, and speak properly, and act like ladies. Of course Septa Mordane took over most of their lessons, but Lady Catelyn was never far, watching over them with a strict, but protective eye, wanting them to be the best that they could be. Her gaze could be as soft as cotton, when embracing them and tucking her and her sister in bed, or stern as steel when one of them did something wrong. There had always been a special bond between Sansa and her mother, a bond that was not broken neither by distance or time.
The random dreamscape of her family shifted to the night of the feast at Winterfell in honor of King Robert's arrival. Everyone had been there, the Royal Family, with all three children, the Starks, the Lannisters, her father's and the King's bannermen, and of course her best friend, Jeyne Poole. It had been a large affair, with much food and more drink, without forgetting the laughter. Arya had thrown food at her, trying to ruin her dress, before Robb stopped her...
The scene changes once more, this time to one of the last moments she got to spend with her father. Lord Eddard had tried to please her by presenting her with a doll. After all, are girls not supposed to like dolls? But Sansa, in her haughty attempts to act like a grown-up Lady, had scorned her father's gift and walked out on him.
[Sansa woke up, realizing that once again, the Dreamberry had betrayed her and shared her precious dream with the network. She missed her family, all of them so much. Even Jon Snow... He hadn't been so bad for a bastard brother... She wished she could simply go back to her life in Winterfell, before going to King's Landing and coming here, but that was no more than a dream. But most of all, she regretted the way she had treated her father during his last days, before Joffrey had ordered him imprisoned and killed...
Next to her Dreamberry, Sansa finds the china-doll her father had gotten her, and hugs her tightly against her chest. And in Yvaine's kitchen table, she'll find a feast, not unlike the one in her dream...]
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Sansa dreamed, of her days at Winterfell. Those days when she had felt so loved, and cherished and protected by her Lord Father and Lady Mother. She remembers watching her father train with the boys: Robb, Bran, even Jon Snow and Theon Greyjoy. Lord Eddard Stark was often away, his duty being to keep peace and make justice in the North, but whenever he came home, he always made time to share with his children. His strong, warm arms and deep voice always made her feel safe, no matter what.
And her mother, always so beautiful, showing her and Arya how to sing, and speak properly, and act like ladies. Of course Septa Mordane took over most of their lessons, but Lady Catelyn was never far, watching over them with a strict, but protective eye, wanting them to be the best that they could be. Her gaze could be as soft as cotton, when embracing them and tucking her and her sister in bed, or stern as steel when one of them did something wrong. There had always been a special bond between Sansa and her mother, a bond that was not broken neither by distance or time.
The random dreamscape of her family shifted to the night of the feast at Winterfell in honor of King Robert's arrival. Everyone had been there, the Royal Family, with all three children, the Starks, the Lannisters, her father's and the King's bannermen, and of course her best friend, Jeyne Poole. It had been a large affair, with much food and more drink, without forgetting the laughter. Arya had thrown food at her, trying to ruin her dress, before Robb stopped her...
The scene changes once more, this time to one of the last moments she got to spend with her father. Lord Eddard had tried to please her by presenting her with a doll. After all, are girls not supposed to like dolls? But Sansa, in her haughty attempts to act like a grown-up Lady, had scorned her father's gift and walked out on him.
[Sansa woke up, realizing that once again, the Dreamberry had betrayed her and shared her precious dream with the network. She missed her family, all of them so much. Even Jon Snow... He hadn't been so bad for a bastard brother... She wished she could simply go back to her life in Winterfell, before going to King's Landing and coming here, but that was no more than a dream. But most of all, she regretted the way she had treated her father during his last days, before Joffrey had ordered him imprisoned and killed...
Next to her Dreamberry, Sansa finds the china-doll her father had gotten her, and hugs her tightly against her chest. And in Yvaine's kitchen table, she'll find a feast, not unlike the one in her dream...]
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