Sister. Sansa had once dreamt of having a sister like Margaery; beautiful and gentle, with all the world’s graces at her command. How can I let my sister marry Joffrey? she thought, and suddenly her eyes were full of tears. “Margaery, please,” she said, “you mustn’t.” It was hard to get the words out. “You mustn’t marry him. He’s not like he seems, he’s not. He’ll hurt you.” // (requested by anonymous)
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I’m sorry. I’m not ready to be with anyone. Not yet.
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“Stellarscapes” by Oriol Angrill Jordà
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