Sansa Stark – A Lady´s Armor is her Courtesy

A short narrative piece inspired by modern day re-imaginings of favorite fictional characters. 

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Sansa liked to look like a lady. Prim and proper, not a hair out of place. What was a woman if not for her looks?

 

After all, what’s outside reflects what is inside, and if she looked pristine and polished on the surface, she would feel gracious and courteous.

 

She reminded herself to hold herself with the utmost propriety every day, and the world would smile upon her. People would be pleasant to her and she would be admired. She didn’t know any other way.

 

Strolling out of the coffee shop, she glanced at herself in the window to check she still looked her best. She did. Her eyes were bright with unfettered dreams, and she knew it was going to be a good day.

 

People looked at her appraisingly as she passed them on the sidewalk walking back to her apartment in the city. She smiled winsomely whenever she caught someone’s eye, determined to be as charming as possible.

 

As she walked past a storefront, the door opened and, before she could move out of the way, she was slammed into by a large figure. She fell to the ground like a paperweight. She looked up in astonishment to find a hard face glowering at her.

 

“Look where you’re going!” The man boomed gruffly. “You’ve got your head in the clouds or something?”

 

She blinked. Why was he yelling at her? She had done nothing wrong! She didn’t deserve to be spoken to like this, with such animosity.

 

She quivered, “I didn’t mean any harm. I’m very sorry, sir.” Her voice sounded tremulous even to her own ears.

 

He huffed, “Next time, watch it, princess,” and stepped cavalierly around her to continue on his jaunty way.

 

Left sprawled on the ground, Sansa looked around her. People gawked at her, but when they saw her looking their way, they shifted their eyes away and continued walking, evading what had just happened. She was stunned. Wouldn’t anyone help her up? Did no one care? No one even stood up for her to the malicious man.

 

Slowly, Sansa rose, and continued walking home, but this time, she wasn’t smiling. Her face hardened into an icy glare the next time she caught someone looking at her. The world didn’t deserve her niceties and politesse. With an air of nonchalance, she walked up the steps to her apartment door and shut out her dreams of a noble world.

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Teaser Tuesday: Game of Thrones

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I received the first two books of the “A Song of Ice and Fire” series by George RR Martin last Christmas as a present from one of my best friends.

This summer, I have begun to read A Game of Thrones and it is absolutely delightful. Reading what I had already watched onscreen, this time with vivid descriptions and a window into the characters’ inner thoughts and feelings, is so enthralling.

I’m so thrilled, so far, by reading the motivations of characters like Arya, Tyrion, Jon, Sansa, and Daenerys.

Here are a few teasers:

“Sansa had the grace to blush. She blushed prettily. She did everything prettily, Arya thought with dull resentment.”

“‘You Starks are hard to kill,’ Jon agreed.”

“He was a pitiful thing. He had always been a pitiful thing. Why had she never seen that before? There was a hollow place inside her where her fear had been.”

“Sansa was dressed beautifully that day, in a green gown that brought the auburn of her hair, and she knew that they were looking at her and smiling.”

“‘By my lights, it was you who started this,’ Lord Tywin replied. ‘You brother Jaime would never have submitted to capture at the hands of a woman.’

‘That’s one way we differ, Jaime and I. He’s taller as well, you may have noticed.'”

The characters are so complex and I’ve been loving reading how it all began!