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that girl who don’t play about lemoncakes
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“It is better than the songs,” she whispered when they found the places that her father had promised her, among the high lords and ladies.
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“Sansa’s work is as pretty as she is,” Septa Mordane told their lady mother once. “She has such fine, delicate hands.”
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Sansa was chatting away happily as she worked. Beth Cassel, Ser Rodrik’s little girl, was sitting by her feet, listening to every word she said, and Jeyne Poole was leaning over to whisper something in her ear.
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“For just a little while, as she ran, she forgot who she was, and where, and found herself remembering bright cold days at Winterfell, when she would race through Winterfell with her friend Jeyne Poole, with Arya running after them trying to keep up.”
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She ran one finger down his cheek. “Should we ever wed, you’ll have to
send Saffron back to her father. I’ll be all the spice you’ll want.”
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She threw back the coverlets. I must be brave. Her torments would soon be ended, one way or the other. If Lady was here, I would not be afraid.
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I dreamt of a maid at a feast with purple serpents in her hair, venom dripping from their fangs.
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If I give him sons, he may come to love me.She would name them Eddard and Brandon and Rickon…. In Sansa’s dreams, her children looked just like the brothers she had lost. Sometimes there was even a girl who looked like Arya.
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Mychel’s my love,” Mya explained. “Mychel Redfort. He’s squire to Ser Lyn Corbray. We’re to wed as soon as he becomes a knight, next year or the year after.”
She sounded so like Sansa, so happy and innocent with her dreams.
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