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The sun hung lazily in the sky, spilling golden light over the rolling hills of Winterfell. It was summer, the air sweet with the scent of warm grass and wildflowers, a rare softness in the otherwise cold North. Laughter rang out beneath the shade of the godswood, where Sansa sat upon a blanket of moss, her auburn hair glinting like copper in the dappled sunlight.

A crown of freshly picked daisies sat atop her head, slightly askew from her restless fidgeting. “Hold still,” she giggled, reaching out to place an identical crown atop her friend’s head, fingers delicate and practiced. “There—now we look like proper ladies.”

Her blue eyes sparkled as she leaned back, admiring her work with a satisfied smile. “Perhaps we should have a feast,” she mused, plucking a handful of berries from a wooden bowl between them. “Or a tourney! You could be my sworn sword.” A playful glint danced in her gaze as she tilted her chin, adopting the regal air of a queen in a storybook.

But then, as if remembering herself, she softened, resting her head against her friend’s shoulder with a contented sigh. “Or perhaps we could just stay here a little longer,” she murmured, voice lilting with the gentle dreaminess of a girl untouched by the world beyond Winterfell’s walls. “I wish summer would never end.”