[Life had still been filled with duty, with acts of service to the crown. Though after spending so long away, after being in the North and searching for Sansa and Arya Stark, the harsh light of the South was more pronounced. Brienne was never to be a lady nor a beauty, that she had come to accept, what she shrunk from most was the blatant falsehoods and mockery of vows and principles. That must have been what Ser Jaime was so embittered of. And yet this was where he died.
But now walking through the passages of Winterfell, the quaking and revulsion was gone. In its place, not even an hours time spent, she felt secure, welcomed. To think that there had been days where she and Sansa spent hours together, how she missed the controlled calm. Her touch is olid, warm and real. This is not a dream.]
All I say is true, Sansa. I've meant it. I've missed you terribly.
[More than the preserved ways of honor, more than the plain speaking, more than anything... Brienne's gaze is no longer averted, staring in a manner that is so utterly familiar at a queen no less.]
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Date: 2020-09-12 06:18 pm (UTC)But now walking through the passages of Winterfell, the quaking and revulsion was gone. In its place, not even an hours time spent, she felt secure, welcomed. To think that there had been days where she and Sansa spent hours together, how she missed the controlled calm. Her touch is olid, warm and real. This is not a dream.]
All I say is true, Sansa. I've meant it. I've missed you terribly.
[More than the preserved ways of honor, more than the plain speaking, more than anything... Brienne's gaze is no longer averted, staring in a manner that is so utterly familiar at a queen no less.]