petyrbaelishs:

Though wolves still prowled along the castle battlements, it was a mockingbird which nestled itself, dangling from a silver chain, at the hollow of her throat. The most foolhardy men dared whisper that a plot, rather than a wayward arrow, cost Ser Harrold his life; yet amidst the din of battle, none could ever truly swear someone other than the gods conspired to steal from the Young Falcon that which he held most dear. Winter’s Queen appeared impervious to such rumor, one ear ever bent towards her most loyal councilor, her most cherished friend. Once told the dagger at one’s back often cut the fatal blow, the wolf kept the songbird by her side. A maiden’s innocent love had long ago been tainted by experiences of loss, betrayal, cruelty; and while some lords quietly exulted in every shrewd glance, he found such circumspection only made him cherish her all the more. For in their chambers, with every setting of the sun, she became the pupil, and he the instructor once more.

Petyr/Sansa + endgame (requested by vanessaivery)