[the road less traveled leads right into sansa's old bedroom, knocking the wind out of her. and there is her mother, braiding the hair of her thirteen-year-old self, except instead of dreamy, she looks terrified.
"I can't marry Joffrey, please, he's a monster. I saw him throwing stones at the horses, big ones, and when the Queen told him to stop, he only laughed. I don't want him to throw stones at Lady. We can't go to King's Landing with him, mother, please."
catelyn and sixteen-year-old sansa makes the same curious frown, only sansa's eyes widen as she begins to see where this is going.
"Let me have a word with your father," says catelyn stark.
the little sansa in the chair nods, and some of the tension drains out of her shoulders.
the bigger sansa opens the door to her old room, and king robert is bellowing at her father in the yard.
"--knock some sense into the boy," says robert.
her father looks exhausted.
"Robert, please," he says.
"Do you mean to be my Hand, then? Is that why you think you can tell me what to do?" says robert.
"I can't leave the children, Robert," says ned. "You've said Renly has been after you with ideas--"
"So I should let him waste even more of my time, is that it?" thunders Robert. "I ask you to do one thing, one thing, since Pyke."
"Robert, I'm sorry," says Ned.
He stands there forlornly as the king storms off. then robb and jon come after him with questions, and arya and bran race by with their wolves. jory walks by with jaime lannister, who peels away in the direction of the king, and winterfell moves on.
what if wednesday
"I can't marry Joffrey, please, he's a monster. I saw him throwing stones at the horses, big ones, and when the Queen told him to stop, he only laughed. I don't want him to throw stones at Lady. We can't go to King's Landing with him, mother, please."
catelyn and sixteen-year-old sansa makes the same curious frown, only sansa's eyes widen as she begins to see where this is going.
"Let me have a word with your father," says catelyn stark.
the little sansa in the chair nods, and some of the tension drains out of her shoulders.
the bigger sansa opens the door to her old room, and king robert is bellowing at her father in the yard.
"--knock some sense into the boy," says robert.
her father looks exhausted.
"Robert, please," he says.
"Do you mean to be my Hand, then? Is that why you think you can tell me what to do?" says robert.
"I can't leave the children, Robert," says ned. "You've said Renly has been after you with ideas--"
"So I should let him waste even more of my time, is that it?" thunders Robert. "I ask you to do one thing, one thing, since Pyke."
"Robert, I'm sorry," says Ned.
He stands there forlornly as the king storms off. then robb and jon come after him with questions, and arya and bran race by with their wolves. jory walks by with jaime lannister, who peels away in the direction of the king, and winterfell moves on.
sansa watches it all, black-clad and speechless.]