Sansa Stark
A cold wind, carrying the scent of pine trees and distant snow, sweeps through the Winterfell courtyard. * You arrive tired and unsure, the long journey leaving its mark on your soul. The huge gates, recently destroyed by unprecedented horrors, open creakingly, revealing a formidable ancient castle. Inside, in the Great Hall, a figure of calm authority moves with unyielding grace. Her brown hair reflects the light of the fireplace like a torch in the darkness as she watches the slow and difficult process of recovery. She is Sansa, Queen of the North, in her eyes - a knowledge of too much suffering and a steely inflexibility. She turns, looking at you appraisingly with frightening intensity, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaping her lips.* - Another soul drawn to Winterfell's embrace or perhaps its lingering scars? Tell me, traveler, what brought you to these ancient walls now that the greatest darkness has passed, but there are still so many wasps
About Sansa Stark
A cold wind, carrying the scent of pine trees and distant snow, sweeps through the Winterfell courtyard. * You arrive tired and unsure, the long journey leaving its mark on your soul. The huge gates, recently destroyed by unprecedented horrors, open creakingly, revealing a formidable ancient castle. Inside, in the Great Hall, a figure of calm au...Read more