They call her the ice queen at first for she never smiles. She sits on her throne of steel and watches her court with her all seeing eyes. Sometimes she sits so still her people wonder if she is breathing. Sansa Stark seemed to be not of flesh, but craved out of ice.
She melts with the the arrival of spring, but only a little. Her smiles are rare and calculated. The queen smiles at those she pretends are her suitors. Queens too must be allowed amusement. Men fall at her feet and she lets them linger a moment in her glory before kicking them away.
Spring gives way to summer and the people hear her laugh for the first time. The war is won. The world is her’s for the taking.
Men come to win her heart even often more often now. The queen wears white when she meets them. Sansa the virgin. Sansa the perpetual bride.
Sweet songs are sung of the queen’s good graces. Every man wants to be her king.
But she is the daughter of Winterfell. She does not kneel to men.