November 8, 299 Tyrion took a breath just outside of Sansa's bedroom door. He smoothed a hand over his crimson tunic and then reached up and rapped on the scarred wood. There was a rustling…
November 7, 299 Sansa woke to the feeling of the sun against her face. She yawned, stretched, and rolled over, her bare feet finding purchase on the icy floor. There was no fire in the…
November 6, 299 The morning found Sansa at the tea garden, sitting on the stone wall and staring out at the sea. It was hazy this time of day, the clouds kissing the waves and…
Sansa stared at her reflection, touching her fingertips against the dull cloth that had been selected for her. "From what I can tell, the dressmakers in Highgarden will be far superior to the ones in…
20 Years Later, in the Mountains of Davneros… The twilight of life fell softly over the woods, at the edge of the lake, lapping at the edges thirstily, like a tale of tongues, told…
A year had passed since the death of Sauriel. And while it seemed impossible at first, life had somehow managed to move on. No more evil had come to them, no further searches been made…
The following few days and nights felt stretched without severing; it felt like some shattered suspense that still refused to end. It just slowly melted into a numbing, tearless grief. Sauriel was gone. And somehow,…
When Baelish arrived early at the lakeside, he found not Tyrion, but Sansa waiting for him. Her eyes were hungry, her mouth taut, like a leery mother wolf watching the hunter who threatened her cubs.…
“What are you reading, Sophie?” Caitey was standing at the bottom of the tree her sister liked to climb in order to spend time with her books. It was the first time she’d been able…
“At it, Rod!” Ten-year-old Sophie was armed with a wooden sword, dressed in a loose shirt and breeches, battling in the yard with one of the village boys, fresh out of class. “Sophie, please…” Sansa…
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