sansa, 12 year old girl: yeah can we not have sex please
tyrion, grown man: well i’m a little bit sad but that’s reasonable tbh
fandom: BUT HE TREATED HER SO WELL SHE’S SUCH A BITCH TO HIM HE DIDN’T EVEN RAPE HER WHY WON’T SHE LOVE HIM
The Broken Tower was easier still. They made a tall tower together, kneeling side by side to roll it smooth, and when they’d raised it Sansa stuck her fingers through the top, grabbed a handful of snow, and flung it full in his face. Petyr yelped, as the snow slid down under his collar.
“That was unchivalrously done, my lady.”
“As was bringing me here, when you swore to take me home.”
She wondered where this courage had come from, to speak to him so frankly. From Winterfell, she thought. I am stronger within the walls of Winterfell.
— Sansa VIII, A Storm of Swords (via sansasnark)