“I want very much for you to be happy, Sansa.”
She was sixteen, brown-haired and brown-eyed, slender and beautiful. The people called out her name as she passed, held up their children for her blessing, and scattered flowers under the hooves of her horse.
You must see Highgarden! You’d love it there, I know you would. They have a great masquerade the night of the harvest moon. You should see the costumes, people work on them for months!