Once she had loved Prince Joffrey with all her heart, and admired and trusted his mother, the queen. They had repaid that love and trust with her father’s head. Sansa would never make that mistake again.
The Hound was right, she thought, I am only a little bird, repeating the words they taught me.
When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives.
The Queen Regent