Ned had turned slightly, his back more to her when she called out to him. All of it came rushing back and as he closed his eyes tightly, he remembered not the last time he saw her, but better times. Back in Winterfell. When life was good.
When they were still together.
Turning his face to look in her direction, Ned's eyes welled at seeing her. She looked so grown up. So beautiful. So.. weary, as if she's lived two lifetimes since they last saw each other. And he can't help but feel nothing but the utmost sadness that she has.
Soft eyes meet hers and he gives her a smile and then nods.
"It's me, Sansa." he tells her, voice trembling as he tries so hard to remain strong. For her. Ned can't believe for one moment that it's been easy for her since that day on the steps of the Great Sept of Baelor. In fact, a great rush of guilt overtakes the Lord of Winterfell and it shows visibly.
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When they were still together.
Turning his face to look in her direction, Ned's eyes welled at seeing her. She looked so grown up. So beautiful. So.. weary, as if she's lived two lifetimes since they last saw each other. And he can't help but feel nothing but the utmost sadness that she has.
Soft eyes meet hers and he gives her a smile and then nods.
"It's me, Sansa." he tells her, voice trembling as he tries so hard to remain strong. For her. Ned can't believe for one moment that it's been easy for her since that day on the steps of the Great Sept of Baelor. In fact, a great rush of guilt overtakes the Lord of Winterfell and it shows visibly.