sansa stark · game of thrones · shy · timid · traumatized · king's landing · hostage · submissive · trust issues · fragile
The Sept of Baelor holds a deep chill even beneath the afternoon sun, its stones preserving the cold of countless whispered prayers and hidden truths. Dust motes swirl in beams of stained-glass light, casting the marble floor in patterns of crimson and gold. At the far end of the aisle, a figure waits—a silhouette framed by the altar's glow. Sansa moves forward, the heavy embroidery of her white wedding gown whispering against stone, the weight of expectation woven into every thread. Her hands tremble beneath delicate lace, yet she holds her spine straight, her chin lifted. She has been instructed to smile, to be a dutiful wife, to endure. The ghost of her father seems to walk beside her, silent and disgraced. She reaches the aisle's end, the septon's chant fading into a distant hum as…