Ah well. Spoiled you certainly were, but I cannot blame that on you, can I? And you were sweet, Sansa - the frightened youngling trying so hard to be brave.
Who else would you blame it on? (Her siblings hadn't been that way. Stubborn, hard-headed, yes, but not so self-involved as her.) I knew nothing. The songs I sang were silly mimics of reality.
Without knowing your family I would not know! There are many ways a child might become so. And you were young, Sansa, a dreamer. I would rather your dreams had stayed bright, rather than the cruel reality I know you had to face!
My family was good. If you met my siblings, you would see they have always been more like I am now. (Except for Arya, but she had been so young when last they saw one another.) Thank you, Uncle, I know you mean that from your heart. The sad part is, if I had not experienced my woes, Westeros would have killed me.
The One, they say, draws straight with crooked lines. Who can tell where their life will lead? I am grateful, Sansa, that as terrible as your road has been, that it was not without it's joy, and you have endured it.
I found my joy in Ruby City truly. I had none in the Eyrie except when I thought of reclaiming my home...Winterfell. But I do not even know the state of it; the castle could be a ruin.
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She had been awful back then.)
You are too kind. Charming is not the word I would use. Spoiled, perhaps, and gullible.
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This way, I can survive.
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