On A Wing And A Prayer [open]
Jun 11, 2013 13:08:17 GMT
Post by Sansa Stark on Jun 11, 2013 13:08:17 GMT
Sansa had been given more liberties now that she was no longer betrothed to that monster Joffrey. There were no guards at her door anymore, and she was allowed to go anywhere she pleased within the walls of the Red Keep. She still sensed that she was being watched , and knew that her freedom was only illusory. The last Stark in King's Landing was still a prisoner in a gilded cage.
Only in the godwood could she be truly alone. She never felt as if she was being observed there, and she sometimes felt her father's presence there, as if he was watching over her, his most disobedient daughter. How foolish she had been to believe that she belonged in King's Landing, to disobey her father's orders in order to remain with her 'loving' betrothed. If only she had known of his cruelty then; if only she had not taken his word that he would spare her father's life and allow him to take the black. If only, if only, if only...
Sorrow touched her heart as she entered the godswood, its tranquility a welcome respite from the turbulence elsewhere in the Keep. The peace and silence often soothed her troubled soul and she was quite disconcerted today. Settling herself beneath the heart tree, she thought about the rumors she had heard recently, wondering if they were true. She was never informed about anything that went on outside King's Landing, which proved just how unimportant she was. But Sansa listened and listened well, and what she had heard about her family and Winterfell upset her.
It was said that Theon Greyjoy, who had been raised with Sansa and her siblings and who she had thought of almost as a brother, had invaded Winterfell with his Ironborn relatives, killed Bran, and Rickon, and set her home on fire. The extent of the damage was unknown to her, but that wasn't important. It was the deaths of her little brothers that upset her and she had not slept a bit last night, crying until dawn colored the walls of her room. She had weapt for Arya too, for she was probably dead as well, and she regretted the many time they had argued over the years. Her mother and Robb were the only family she had left … and Jon, but he was in the Nights Watch now, and would most likely never leave the Wall.
Sansa sat beneath the heart tree for a long time, praying and thinking of all that had transpired in her life. She hoped that Robb would be able to raise an army large enough to take King's Landing and spirit her far away, but after the Battle of Blackwater, she knew just how difficult that would be. But nothing was truly impossible, and there were always exceptions. Perhaps with the Old Gods' help, her brother would prevail and only then would she truly be free.
After she left the godswood, Sansa walked through the gardens, stopping at a place with a view of the water. There were boats sailing upon it, and she sat on a bench to watch them, heedless of whether anyone else was nearby.
Only in the godwood could she be truly alone. She never felt as if she was being observed there, and she sometimes felt her father's presence there, as if he was watching over her, his most disobedient daughter. How foolish she had been to believe that she belonged in King's Landing, to disobey her father's orders in order to remain with her 'loving' betrothed. If only she had known of his cruelty then; if only she had not taken his word that he would spare her father's life and allow him to take the black. If only, if only, if only...
Sorrow touched her heart as she entered the godswood, its tranquility a welcome respite from the turbulence elsewhere in the Keep. The peace and silence often soothed her troubled soul and she was quite disconcerted today. Settling herself beneath the heart tree, she thought about the rumors she had heard recently, wondering if they were true. She was never informed about anything that went on outside King's Landing, which proved just how unimportant she was. But Sansa listened and listened well, and what she had heard about her family and Winterfell upset her.
It was said that Theon Greyjoy, who had been raised with Sansa and her siblings and who she had thought of almost as a brother, had invaded Winterfell with his Ironborn relatives, killed Bran, and Rickon, and set her home on fire. The extent of the damage was unknown to her, but that wasn't important. It was the deaths of her little brothers that upset her and she had not slept a bit last night, crying until dawn colored the walls of her room. She had weapt for Arya too, for she was probably dead as well, and she regretted the many time they had argued over the years. Her mother and Robb were the only family she had left … and Jon, but he was in the Nights Watch now, and would most likely never leave the Wall.
Sansa sat beneath the heart tree for a long time, praying and thinking of all that had transpired in her life. She hoped that Robb would be able to raise an army large enough to take King's Landing and spirit her far away, but after the Battle of Blackwater, she knew just how difficult that would be. But nothing was truly impossible, and there were always exceptions. Perhaps with the Old Gods' help, her brother would prevail and only then would she truly be free.
After she left the godswood, Sansa walked through the gardens, stopping at a place with a view of the water. There were boats sailing upon it, and she sat on a bench to watch them, heedless of whether anyone else was nearby.
