The One with the name

Sansa’s always been my favorite character in Game of Thrones. She’s pretty. She’s feminine. And she fights, prettily and femininely. Which you will do, won’t you, princess?

When you’re my age, maybe with a little daughter of your own, you’ll realise all the hopes you have for her. And they may not work out. after all, I imagined you with brown hair, and yours is bright, coppery gold.

Like your father’s. I never did tell you about your father. I don’t think I ever will. Some secrets are best kept.

I love you, princess, and I always will, even if you’re not Sansa Stark.

The One that was the last and the first

I doubt you’d have started with this post. You’d probably start with the first to show up, wouldn’t you, Sansa? Like you always grabbed the first toy you saw. And yet, this is my introduction, the thing you’ll end with.

Sansa, the day you were born was the most painful of my life. And in that moment, when you were a squalling little pink thing in my arms? It wasn’t worth it.

Yeah. you heard me. It wasn’t worth it.

Wasn’t worth it until you were laughing. And THEN, that was when I loved you for you.

Till then I just loved you because I was expected to.

And since I have  a notoriously terrible memory, I’m putting it down. So you have something to look at. So I never forget the day you fell out of a tree. Or the day you learned to swim. Or why I named you Sansa.

I love you, princess