The ceremony passed as in a dream. Sansa did all that was required of her. There were prayers and vows and singing, and tall candles burning, a hundred dancing lights that the tears in her eyes transformed into a thousand. Thankfully no one seemed to notice that she was crying as she stood there, wrapped in her father’s colors; or if they did, they pretended not to.
some people ..
إبتسآمة بآهته صآدقة الملآمح أفضل مِن إبتسآمه بآهِته بـ ملآمح كآذبه*
في مُخيلتي عالمٌ لآيوجد بِه سِوى أنآ وأنت وطِفله *
.إن كنت صدوقًا يا قلبي .. عِش لله بأيّ مكَان .. *.