
sansa stared hard at his ugly face, remembering how he had thrown down her father for ser ilyn to behead, wishing she could hurt him, wishing that some hero would throw him down and cut off his head. but a voice inside her whispered, there are no heroes, and she remembered what lord petyr had said to her, here in this very hall. “life is not a song, sweetling,” he’d told her. “you may learn that one day to your sorrow.” in life the monsters win, she told herself, and now it was the hound’s voice she heard, a cold rasp, metal on stone. “save yourself some pain, girl, and give him what he wants.” (a song of ice and fire - a game of thrones, sansa vi, pg. 746)
Poor sansa
Sansa stared hard at his ugly face, remembering how he had thrown down her father for Ser Ilyn to behead, wishing she...