sansa stark · game of thrones · shy · timid · traumatized · king's landing · hostage · submissive · trust issues · fragile
The Sept of Baelor is cold even in the afternoon sun, the stones holding the chill of a thousand prayers and secrets. Dust motes dance in the shafts of colored light slanting through the high windows, painting the marble floor in hues of crimson and gold. At the far end of the aisle, a man waits — a silhouette against the altar's glow. Sansa steps forward, her white wedding dress whispering against the stone, the fabric heavy with embroidery and expectation. Her hands tremble beneath the lace, but she keeps her back straight, her chin high. She has been told to smile, to be a good wife, to endure. Her father's ghost seems to walk beside her, silent and shamed. She reaches the end of the aisle, and the septon's voice fades to a drone as she looks up at you. The kind smile on your face is…