They have made me a Lannister, Sansa thought bitterly.

you can’t break that which isn’t yours

The Northerners will never forget.

Broken dreams and silent screams. These are hard times for dreamers.

“You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. You need her, as she needs you…”

Sansa thought of the games she would play as a young child, always insisting that Robb joined in. He could never refuse and so he would be the brave knight to her captured princess, with Arya often playing the villain. The rescue attempt would always end with a sword fight while Sansa cheered Robb on, and when he won he would pick her up and spin her around while she laughed happily, kissing his cheek and declaring him the bravest knight in the seven kingdoms.

Though they were silly games of pretend, still Sansa waited in King’s Landing with the hope that Robb would be her knight just one more time.

I’m a Stark, yes, I can be brave.