All of Petyr’s gifts to Sansa maintain a specific place in her room when not worn or carried. It began at first with her little carved wolf, left to stand guard on her bedside table while she slept. That perch was also conveniently distant enough from the door that none of her siblings would inquire after the small figurine; though Sansa was far from ashamed, actually quite deeply touched by the gift, she also harbored a very strong sense that to share how and why she acquired it would violate something meant to remain private. Then her earrings, initially only placed beside her wolf out of convenience before bed, started residing there rather than a jewelry box. She would be able to pick them out from a hundred other trinkets easily, but Petyr had found them himself, to make her happy, and that made them look out of place with all the meaningless tokens foisted on the girl by alleged admirers. Then came the key to Baelish’s apartment. At first she kept it hidden, in a clutch or piece of luggage, always in something she would take to the Capitol. But Sansa found herself worrying that it might vanish, that she would lose it, or that Petyr had actually never given it to her at all, that she’d imagined things. So it took up a place beside the wolf and earrings, always within sight. And looking on them helps remind her, whenever speech or honesty fail either of them, that she and Petyr care for one another and remain on the same side.

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          Her love of lemon cakes cemented itself thanks to the fruit’s rarity in Northern lands. Though Sansa always enjoyed the taste, how a slight sting of citrus slowly eased into a mellow sweetness, as a little girl she fervently believed that a true lady cultivated refined tastes which might be troublesome, though not impossible, to fulfill. Because such a young child could hardly boast of a preference for certain gemstones, Myrish lace, or any particular vintage of wine, Sansa instead turned to her sweetmeats for the demonstration of her good taste. In the South, as a more readily available treat, they lack the air of sophistication aspired to at Winterfell, yet she holds onto her affection for them out of taste and sentimentality alike.

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          Though Sansa maintained her conviction to have her people love, rather than fear her, Northerners required a return to justice, as well as compassion, if they were to heal from past wars. During the early years of rebuilding she sat in judgement of every alleged traitor or instigator; she knew well that some might have chosen to act so that their own families might be spared, or out of fear. Forgiveness served as powerfully as retribution and she offered it when necessary. But in spite of a hunger for rightness, a sense that her world remained unbalanced, the meting out of justice never satisfied Sansa. At best it summoned the same conflicting tumble in her stomach brought on by Joffrey’s death or Tyrion’s downfall, a sense that she ought find pleasure in the outcome, yet felt more inclined to tears. While those sentenced to die by Northern law no longer suffered their sentence by her hand they were still given the respect of her witness, and her genuine grief that more blood must yet be spilled.

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          Alayne must pretend to dislike the cold, lest others question how she grew used to it while spending her formative years amongst septas in Gulltown. Though her endeavor with the snow castle could be attributed to childish fascination she constantly reminds herself to exercise more caution as Winter slowly reaches the valley floor. It serves as a small, yet clear, reminder of who she is, where she belongs, how to find happiness again; relishing in a chill breeze without a cloak or speaking as if she has battled in the snow before might only strike the unobservant as strange. There remain, however, those who continue searching for Sansa Stark in the hopes of claiming royal favor and reward, and so even something as innocent as snow must be deliberately considered and approached.

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wolfless. *cracks knuckles* 

• Most mornings during Sansa’s pregnancies, Petyr will send her maids away and help her prepare for the day. He particularly enjoys brushing and braiding her hair, but will also suggest a gown, the jewels to accompany it, and help her dress. It’s very important to him when she’s with child that Sansa be treated with the utmost delicacy and he rarely trusts anyone other than himself to understand what that is.
  
• Sansa is obsessed with her husband’s hair. In a stereotypical masculine fashion, Petyr dislikes being held or acting as the “little spoon”, but sometimes she will force him to rest his head on her chest and let her finger-comb his hair. She meets with more success, surprise, when pregnant because he can simply put his cheek on her belly.
• She also loves pressing her cold nose against Petyr’s face in the mornings. 
• Little else can make Sansa as happy as she is when holding Petyr’s hand. When they walk about the castle arm-in-arm, once she thinks no one is looking, she’ll drop her hand and lace fingers with him. Many of Winterfell’s servants have caught glimpses of the pair strolling through the halls, talking quietly whilst his thumb strokes the back of her hand.