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A thousand years ago, she had known a girl who loved lemon cakes.
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SOPHIE TURNER as SANSA STARK GAME OF THRONES 4.07
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Winterfell's daughters, as different from each other as the sun is from the moon
As planned, I'm drawing some Starks :) i had so much fun with the stuff they're wearing !
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an old sketch i did based on god speed fair knight by edmund leighton :)
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sweet sansa 🐺
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“You will love Highgarden as I do, I know it.” Margaery brushed back a loose strand of Sansa’s hair. “Once you see it, you’ll never want to leave. And perhaps you won’t have to.”
House Stark 🐺
Ned and Catelyn Stark
Robb and Sansa Stark
Ayra, Bran and Rickon Stark
Jon Snow and Benjen Stark
Rickard, Brandon and Lyanna Stark
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My favorite protagonist 🐺❄️🧡
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I don’t think Sansa would particularly like using a sword, but I don’t think Ned would allow his children to go without the means to protect themselves. I think she would enjoy archery and have a adequate skill in it, but she wouldn’t be a novice in swordsmanship.
Also, I think a lot of traditional northern dresses stop at the ankle, something to try and stop the bottom of the dresses from freezing? They also don’t often wear slippers or sandals. Most, if not all northern women wear thick boots lined with fur.
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The Queen of the North, Sansa Stark with her sworn sword, her sister, Princess Arya Stark
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Game of Thrones Women: The Ladies of Ice and Fire Illustrations by Azim Al Ghussein
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“Why are you always so hateful? I was thanking you…” “Just as if I was one of those true knights you love so well, yes. What do you think a knight is for, girl? You think it’s all taking favors from ladies and looking fine in gold plate? Knights are for killing.” He laid the edge of his longsword against her neck, just under her ear. Sansa could feel the sharpness of the steel. “I killed my first man at twelve. I’ve lost count of how many I’ve killed since then. High lords with old names, fat rich men dressed in velvet, knights puffed up like bladders with their honors, yes, and women and children too—they’re all meat, and I’m the butcher. Let them have their lands and their gods and their gold. Let them have their sers.” Sandor Clegane spat at her feet to show what he thought of that. “So long as I have this,” he said, lifting the sword from her throat, “there’s no man on earth I need fear.” Except your brother, Sansa thought, but she had better sense than to say it aloud. He is a dog, just as he says. A half-wild, mean-tempered dog that bites any hand that tries to pet him, and yet will savage any man who tries to hurt his masters. –A Clash of Kings, Sansa IV
Sandor and Sansa on the roof of Maegor’s Holdfast, for the cover of A Clash of Kings vol. 2 #9 (November 2020), by Mike S. Miller