rickonofwinter:

     Rickon stood still as his older
     sister pressed her hands against
     his hair.

          “Yes. I will protect you, Sansa.
         I’m your brother and that is what
         brothers do.”

     He reached up and took her hand
       in his. Nodding slightly in her direction.

:: 〖 ❣ 〗――— ::

           "Who taught you that?“ She asks
         as her thoughts find themselves 
         lingering on her lost brother and her
         dead king. Protection, safety. Sisters
         will offer the same, she’s sure.

            At the feel of his warm hand in hers,
         Sansa lifts her head, smoothing down
         the wrinkles of her skirt. "It’s time to
         greet our bannermen. They will want to
         speak, but we shall tell them to feast
         first. They’re much more amenable on
          full stomachs.” A light jape, to ease the nerves