Seventh House of Westeros ♛ Written

[songsandstories]

[Locked to Catelyn Stark.]

I do not trust this, nor shall I ever write down what I need to tell you.

Please come to my rooms.

Do not bring Arya. Please let me explain whatever Tyrion has said.

[No one in Paradisa knew of Sansa's marriage in the Castle, but she could not trust anything at the moment. She was keeping to her room until Catelyn came. She was keeping to her room period. If she could just avoid Tyrion, maybe things would not fall a part.]

ooc: if anyone is looking for Sansa, she'll be in hiding for a few days. Any are welcome to action it up to show up in her room.

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[songsandstories]

I know. It is... trying. [It was her. She knew. Catelyn and Arya were from much earlier. It was hard to relate.]

[wintercat]

You are worth the effort.

[songsandstories]

[She turns to look at her mother and nods.] It is still hard, being here.

[wintercat]

I wish I could say it becomes easier. [But it doesn't. Not really.]

[songsandstories]

It never does. I thought things would be better with family here. Robb is gone now. [She sighs. What if Catelyn leaves, too?]

[wintercat]

[It's something that she's thought about. Quite a bit.] I wish... [But wishing doesn't do anything. So instead of finishing that sentence, she just pulls Sansa closer and kisses the side of her head.]

[songsandstories]

[She gives the smallest hint of a smile before pulling away.]

At least we are safe here. [That's what she keeps telling herself.]