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                                  She could not help it. Was he not powerful enough to pick up for his anger and let it out on his innocent sister? Robb gritted his teeth. Tenderly, he brushed a strand of hair from her face.

                                                  ”—- Now you have nothing to worry about. Everyone who raises future hand on you, it gets me to do.”

:: 〖 ❣ 〗――— ::

                    Sansa lets him, though her
       eyes were steadfast shut when she
       did. His touch is gentle and she is hit
       quite suddenly, with a rush of memory.
       Of home, of family, of the Winterfell. It
       feels difficult to pull breath when you’re
       so surrounded, overwhelmed by emotion

                    Slender fingers reach up to cover
       the back of her brother’s hand. their digits
       interlink and she carefully extricates herself
       away. Yet, she doesn’t let go.

                   ”I know,” Sansa whispers, a small
       smile dancing along her lips. She lets her
       gaze flit away before coming back again.
       “Where are we sailing to, brother?”