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cmk418“Nations go to war over women like you,” Lord Baelish had said and Sansa had blushed at the compliment. Now she knew they were just words, pretty words meant to seduce and leave her under his spell. She owed him a debt. It was true. He’d saved her from Joffrey and then sent troops to her aid when Jon was fighting Ramsey for Winterfell.
It was a terrible thing though, knowing one was in debt to Lord Baelish. He would cash in eventually, but she knew he would leave her on the hook for a bit, manipulate the system until she had all that she wanted nearly within her grasp and then strike.
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You try everything you can to escape, but still, despite everything you’ve done in your life, the road brings you back here. Home. To Winterfell. It’s different than when you left it. Wrecked and rebuilt, marked by a time when your family were gone or taken from this place. Now, one by one, the Stark children have returned. You find you were the last to come. You still don’t know why you’re here. Invisible ties to this place, you suppose. It was impossible to be “no one” because Arya Stark with all her faults and all her weaknesses- chief among them just the fact that everyone saw her as a girl, and therefore, incapable- kept rising to the surface. You had your list- one name remaining on it to check off- and you leave business unfinished. For what? Some sense of family that holds you here. Maybe it’s just that you need to see them one last time before you could let them go. You weren’t in time for Mother, Robb, or Rickon and there’s an ache within you that will never heal.
When Jon returns, you feel as complete as you can. It has taken him so long to get here and once you talk with him and knows he sees you for who you are- they all do now, actually- you can feel free to leave, finish out your mission, and then strike out on your own.
It was a terrible thing though, knowing one was in debt to Lord Baelish. He would cash in eventually, but she knew he would leave her on the hook for a bit, manipulate the system until she had all that she wanted nearly within her grasp and then strike.
>>>>>>>>>>>
You try everything you can to escape, but still, despite everything you’ve done in your life, the road brings you back here. Home. To Winterfell. It’s different than when you left it. Wrecked and rebuilt, marked by a time when your family were gone or taken from this place. Now, one by one, the Stark children have returned. You find you were the last to come. You still don’t know why you’re here. Invisible ties to this place, you suppose. It was impossible to be “no one” because Arya Stark with all her faults and all her weaknesses- chief among them just the fact that everyone saw her as a girl, and therefore, incapable- kept rising to the surface. You had your list- one name remaining on it to check off- and you leave business unfinished. For what? Some sense of family that holds you here. Maybe it’s just that you need to see them one last time before you could let them go. You weren’t in time for Mother, Robb, or Rickon and there’s an ache within you that will never heal.
When Jon returns, you feel as complete as you can. It has taken him so long to get here and once you talk with him and knows he sees you for who you are- they all do now, actually- you can feel free to leave, finish out your mission, and then strike out on your own.
