she expects panic but for a moment there is nothing, nothing but a sickly feeling, cold and foreign, an ancient fear climbing up her spine, color that fades from cheeks, hands that begin to tremble and feet that would not move.
run.
run, stupid, arya's voice screams in her head. if she does, if she makes it, she could dye her hair, she could run and beg mercy from those who know her, tell them to name her alayne, tell them that sansa stark must not be anymore.
run, run stupid.
the direwolf at her side growls in anger and his horse might be startled, the wolf remaining at her side and sansa looks at him and doesn't move.
the kingslayer.
she doesn't see her but she knows she must be, always is near him, never too far. golden hair, longer than his own and beautiful gowns and terrible smiles, terrible but beautiful, beautiful and cold, she will have her head, she will gouge her eyes out.
robb has faced the kingslayer before, robb held him prisoner, arya would have attacked him for certain but sansa stands and looks at him and thinks she was stupid, stupid to think this day might never come.
in a coat of gold or a coat of red -
she will still look at him when he dismounts. say his name, stupid, tell him what he is, traitor, cruel, arrogant, kingslayer.
but sansa looks at him and slowly, inclines her head. ]
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she sees him and sansa's heart stops.
she expects panic but for a moment there is nothing, nothing but a sickly feeling, cold and foreign, an ancient fear climbing up her spine, color that fades from cheeks, hands that begin to tremble and feet that would not move.
run.
run, stupid, arya's voice screams in her head. if she does, if she makes it, she could dye her hair, she could run and beg mercy from those who know her, tell them to name her alayne, tell them that sansa stark must not be anymore.
run, run stupid.
the direwolf at her side growls in anger and his horse might be startled, the wolf remaining at her side and sansa looks at him and doesn't move.
the kingslayer.
she doesn't see her but she knows she must be, always is near him, never too far. golden hair, longer than his own and beautiful gowns and terrible smiles, terrible but beautiful, beautiful and cold, she will have her head, she will gouge her eyes out.
robb has faced the kingslayer before, robb held him prisoner, arya would have attacked him for certain but sansa stands and looks at him and thinks she was stupid, stupid to think this day might never come.
in a coat of gold or a coat of red -
she will still look at him when he dismounts. say his name, stupid, tell him what he is, traitor, cruel, arrogant, kingslayer.
but sansa looks at him and slowly, inclines her head. ]
Ser.