[ Her eyes slide to him. No. No, she does not. Sansa had a year to come back to them. A year. And she refused, preferring to hide that she was a Stark, thinking it a condemned name—meaning she damned Catelyn and Arya from the start.
Now she wants to come back and Arya knows why. There's no loyalty. There's no love. She thinks Robb will keep her safe. She's a liar and craven and Arya hates her.
Sansa isn't a Stark. She's not even a Stone. The bastard name is too good for her. She's become a Lannister.
no subject
Now she wants to come back and Arya knows why. There's no loyalty. There's no love. She thinks Robb will keep her safe. She's a liar and craven and Arya hates her.
Sansa isn't a Stark. She's not even a Stone. The bastard name is too good for her. She's become a Lannister.
Lions have no place among wolves. ]