21 Aug 2018
"You were sharp as a knife to get me.
You were a wolf in the night to fetch me back.
The wishes I’ve made are too vicious to tell.
Everyone knows I am going to hell…
And if it’s true,
I’ll go there with you."
~The Wolf, Phildel
Her name was unassuming, unnoticeable, unmemorable. Despite her uncommonly pretty face, she wasn't exactly the type of person one would could see and remember instantly. It had more to do with how she presented herself. Meek, soft spoken, well formed in arts, but too modest to be a true artist. The true tragedy was that even if she did try, she'd never be more then a bastard. Sad little Sansa Snow, too pure for her wretched beginnings, and too good to even think to rise above them.
And that is exactly what she wanted them to think.