Thread: || her hymn || {Tune & Red}

RE her hymn Tune Red Sansa kept good and quiet. The mans mood had darkened, as evidenced by his scowl deepening, and she had learned long ago to never speak to men who looked like that. Heartbreaking lessons has revealed the truth to her her mother was a liar. There were no fairytale endings. There were no brave knights. There were no kind sers to take a ladies hand and kiss it. The world was darker for Sansa than it had ever been before and she had no light to guide her until Stannis began to speak again after staring intensely into the flames leaping from the fire. Jon was not here. He was commander of the Nights Watch. She made a small sound of surprise. Her brother No one had ever believed he would ever amount to anything because of his bastard blood. No matter how hard he tried, he would never achieve like his siblings would. And yet there he was A commander. The Nights Watch was the last place she wanted to see him but if that was where he shined, then after losing all of her other siblings She would happy for him. Arya was a different story. From what Stannis told her, she had been captured by the Boltons. The information both terrified and soothed Sansa at the same time. She had been so consumed with fear that her sister had been killed after the beheading of their father, that Cerseis men had done something, that she escaped and starved Or worse At least now she knew that Arya escaped Kings Landing and all the terror that followed. But now she was with the Boltons. Whether it was a crueler fate, Sansa did not know, but Stannis said he would try to get her back He went on, claiming that he would legitimize her brother and make him Lord of Winterfell, but Sansa was already overwhelmed and caught little of what he said. She was barely standing, knees trembling. She was afraid that if she had to stand much longer she would faint. When Stannis told her to rest and that he would send someone to care for her, she managed a great feat on her shaking knees a small curtsey. Thank you, Your Grace. You are very kind. Stannis took his leave and Sansa sat back on the bench with a sigh of painful relief. So much had happened The door through which Stannis left opened again and a middle aged woman came through. She took one look at Sansa and immediately declared that the girl needed a bath. Sansa couldnt agree more. The old handmaiden, who Sansa learned was named Mae, took her to a small room, explaining that Stannis ordered this be given to Sansa as her chambers. It was smaller than the one she had in Kings Landing and still smaller than her old room in Winterfell, but the redhead nearly wept when she saw a warm bed and a tub being brought in. Mae and a few other women filled it with piping hot water then helped Sansa undress. The poor girl was so tired, she could not even bring her arms up to cover her breasts, nor the marks she still carried from her journey bruises, cuts, and scrapes. She was put into the bath and allowed to soak before Mae began to scrub her down. It was rough or hard, despite all the grime that stuck to Sansas skin, just a soft, repetitive wiping that slowly but surely revealed the smooth, creamy alabaster skin underneath all the dirt. Mae poured buckets over Sansas head to wash her hair and combed it until every last leaf and speck of dirt was gone. Once out of the tub, the pampering continued. Mae dressed her in a plain shift and told her that she would be provided some of the Queens old gowns. Sansa softly whispered that it was very kind of the Queen to give her those things, and Mae suddenly stopped. My Lady Queen Selyse is dead. She has no use for them any more. Sansa did not speak again. Mae brushed her hair until it shined like copper in the candlelight and then pulled down the blankets and furs on the bed so that Sansa could rest. Left alone, the redhead sat on the bed for a moment, holding a very important possession, the only one she took from Kings Landing, in her lap. The doll that her father gave her It was dirtied from her trek north, but it still reminded her of the kind heart of her father. Sansa crawled underneath the blankets and clutched the doll to her chest, closing her eyes and at last feeling some sense of peace wash over her.