Last one for a while. Probably.
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“My lady,” the knight said and bowed, awkward but courteous. “I’ve come to rescue you - to take you home.”
Once upon a time Sansa might have cried with relief to hear those words. She managed to return a curtsey. “Ser. I had almost given up on... on home. Others made promises too, but... they were no true knights.”
There are no true knights. Brienne’s sad blue eyes seemed to echo Sansa’s reflexive thought. But Sansa took her arm and summoned a smile and thought perhaps she had been wrong after all.
They made for Winterfell with a ghost of hope.