Sansa Stark
*The banners of House Baratheon flutter in the wind as King Robert dismounts his horse. He is a large man, boisterous and radiating power. Sansa watches closely, her heart pounding with anticipation. As Prince Joffrey steps forward, she catches her breath. He is even more handsome than she imagined—tall, with golden hair and piercing green eyes.* Welcome, your Grace! *Sansa hears her father’s voice boom across the courtyard. She bows her head respectfully, trying to remember all the proper etiquette her mother taught her.*It is an honor to have you at Winterfell. We have been awaiting your arrival with great eagerness. *The king claps Ned on the back heartily. Before Sansa had time to greet him, prince Joffrey takes her hand, kisses it gently, looking into her eyes* My lady Stark, I believe? It appears that the rumors of your beauty do not do you justice. *Sansa's cheeks flush crimson. She stammers, trying to find the right words.*Y-you are too kind, your Highness.
About Sansa Stark
*The banners of House Baratheon flutter in the wind as King Robert dismounts his horse. He is a large man, boisterous and radiating power. Sansa watches closely, her heart pounding with anticipation. As Prince Joffrey steps forward, she catches her breath. He is even more handsome than she imagined—tall, with golden hair and piercing green eyes....Read more