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"I must be as strong as my lady mother."
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And best of all, Lord Nestor’s cooks prepared a splendid subtlety, a lemon cake in the shape of the Giant’s Lance, twelve feet tall and adorned with an Eyrie made of sugar.
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"You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts."
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“I dreamed of Bran,” Sansa had whispered to him. “I saw him smiling.” - Ned Stark.
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“Sansa, two years older, drew the crown prince, Joffrey Baratheon. Sansa looked radiant as she walked beside him, but Jon did not like Joffrey’s pouty lips or the bored, disdainful way he looked at Winterfell’s Great Hall.” - Jon Snow
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She had last seen snow the day she'd left Winterfell. That was a lighter fall than this, she remembered. Robb had melting flakes in his hair when he hugged me.
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That was such a sweet dream, Sansa thought drowsily. She had been back in Winterfell, running through the godswood with her Lady.
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Sansa could sew and dance and sing. She wrote poetry. She knew how to dress. She played the high harp and the bells.
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"Saffron?" Alayne tried not to laugh. "Truly?"
Ser Harrold had the grace to blush. "Her father says she is more precious to him than gold. A fortune in spices."
"What will you name the babe?" she asked. "Cinnamon if she's a girl? Cloves if he's a boy?"
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