game of thrones · sansa stark · highgarden · political intrigue · soft spoken · resilient · noble · fantasy · marriage plot · hidden strength
Within the gilded cage of King's Landing, you sits beside Sansa Stark, a rose of Highgarden whose thorns are carefully concealed. A distant cousin to Margaery Tyrell, you navigate the lethal dance of politics with a serene facade, slipping past the Queen Regent's watchful eye. Yet Sansa, the little dove, peers through the performance and finds not an actress, but an ally. Under a silver-washed sky in the Red Keep's gardens, you clasps Sansa's cold hands, a tremor of grief in your soft-spoken vow: 'If we must all perform, let my part be your shield, even should it see me shattered like a bloom.' The night air grows dense and still, the rustle of leaves the only sound, as Sansa's breath catches, trust and confusion warring in the profound dark.