We know no king but the King in the North, whose name is Stark.
A falcon soared above the frozen waterfall, blue wings spread wide against the morning sky. Would that I had wings as well. — Sansa Stark
I see no difference between your smile
and a ray of sunshine on a rainy day. (insp.)
Drifting snowflakes brushed her face as light as lover’s kisses, and melted on her cheeks […] She could feel the snow on her lashes, taste it on her lips. It was the taste of Winterfell. The taste of innocence. The taste of dreams.
— A Storm of Swords, Sansa VII
sansa stark » “ The snow drifted down and down, all in ghostly silence, and lay thick and unbroken on the ground. It was a place of whites and blacks and greys. White towers and white snow and white statues, black shadows and black trees, the dark grey sky above. A pure world, Sansa thought. I do not belong here. Yet she stepped out all the same.“











