I always want to see more Sansa but I would especially love to see more interaction between Sansa and Myrcella
It’s difficult because as everyone knows, Sansa’s skin has turned from porcelain, to Ivory, to Steel - And it’s going to be quite some time before she fully trusts someone again.
Sansa, quite logically, doesn’t have trust in any Lannister while in Kings Landing and so doesn’t develop anything with Myrcella.
Yet, I’m always facinated by Myrcella.
She’s the only daughter of Cersei and Jaime Lannister - Probably the two most notorious people in Westeros - and the younger sister of Joffrey -AKA The Vile King- and yet somehow grew to be a polite, kind and relatively normal girl.
I’m always interested in how she reacted to Joffrey growing up as she always seems kind of immune to all of his bullshit antics.
And I am really interested how she would play the game. Tyrion mentions that Myrcella is not like her mother at all - and I’m wondering how true that is.
It’s my opinion that all of Cersei’s children will have a short time on the Iron Throne, and if that’s true, then Myrcella is next — and I think Myrcella could be a very different ruler than her brothers.
But back to Sansa.
I am mainly annoyed about thier lack of interaction because if these two had formed some kind of bond and friendship, then I could hope the day when Myrcella is on Iron Throne she will give Sansa back the North.
It makes me want it even more when people suggest that these two from The Borgias could be Older!Sansa and Older!Myrcella.
I think that these two are the only two that I could honestly have faith in ruling the kingdom. And if there’s something that I want more in ASOIAF, it’s ladies helping other ladies.
I think it would also be a sign of peace, seeing as these two are from opposite sides of the war.
The Summer Queen and The Winter Queen.
I like it very much.
I wish that I could just be brave
✑aSoIaF 30 Day Challenge // Day 17 - faith you’d worship: Faith of the Seven
”The Father’s face is stern and strong, he sits and judges right from wrong.
He weighs our lives, the short and long, and loves the little children.
The Mother gives the gift of life, and watches over every wife.
Her gentle smile ends all strife, and she loves her little children.
The Warrior stands before the foe, protecting us where e’er we go.
With sword and shield and spear and bow, he guards the little children.
The Crone is very wise and old, and sees our fates as they unfold.
She lifts her lamp of shining gold, to lead the little children.
The Smith, he labors day and night, to put the world of men to right.
With hammer, plow, and fire bright, he builds for little children.
The Maiden dances through the sky, she lives in every lover’s sigh,
Her smiles teach the birds to fly, and give dreams to little children.
The Seven Gods who made us all, are listening if we should call.
So close your eyes, you shall not fall, they see you, little children,
just close your eyes, you shall not fall, they see you, little children.”
“Did you only sing of six gods? Craster always told us you southrons had seven.”
“Seven,” he agreed, “but no one sings of the Stranger.” The Stranger’s face was the face of death.
“Myrcella is my only daughter.”