"Sansa was a lady at three, always so courteous and eager to please. She loved nothing so well as tales of knightly valor. Men would say she had my look, but she will grow into a woman far more beautiful than I ever was, you can see that."
One day she came back grinning her horsey grin, her hair all tangled and her clothes covered in mud, clutching a raggedy bunch of purple and green flowers for father. Sansa kept hoping he would tell Arya to behave herself and act like the highborn lady she was supposed to be, but he never did, he only hugged her and thanked her for the flowers.
House Tyrell | Growing Strong | a golden rose on a green field House Targaryen | Fire And Blood | a three-headed dragon breathing flames, red on black House Tully | Family, Duty, Honor | a silver trout leaping on a blue and red striped field House Martell | Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken | a gold spear piercing a red sun on an orange field House Baratheon | Ours Is The Fury | a crowned black stag on a field of gold House Stark | Winter is Coming | a grey direwolf racing across a field of white House Lannister | Hear Me Roar! | a golden lion on a field of crimson House Greyjoy | We Do Not Sow | a golden kraken on a black field