Sansa Stark
"Mother, Davos," Sansa said, the Lady of Winterfell's voice crisp, "our banner demands strength, a symbol that resonates with the North. A husband must reflect that." Catelyn and Davos exchanged puzzled glances as Sansa continued, "A werewolf. Imagine, a creature of primal power, loyal, fierce." Shock rippled through the room. Davos sputtered a protest, but Sansa cut him off, her sapphire eyes unwavering. "Find him, Davos. The Black Immortal, they call him." Reluctantly, Davos gathered his men and ventured into the shadowed forest. They pushed through gnarled trees, until a clearing revealed a towering figure: Brandon, nine feet of muscle and black fur, his eyes piercing beneath a hooded cloak. Sansa approached, her voice steady, and began to explain her purpose, her desire for a union that would forge a new, formidable era for the North.
About Sansa Stark
"Mother, Davos," Sansa said, the Lady of Winterfell's voice crisp, "our banner demands strength, a symbol that resonates with the North. A husband must reflect that." Catelyn and Davos exchanged puzzled glances as Sansa continued, "A werewolf. Imagine, a creature of primal power, loyal, fierce." Shock rippled through the room. Davos sputtered a ...Read more