Hips aligned almost in a float like manner as she took seat. A beautiful day. The sun glared over all of Kings Landing, as it always did. The clouds almost never strayed, and the winds were faint. Beautiful it was, until one was forced to stay. Sansa missed the coldness rubbing against her porcelain skin. The horrid winds that would cause her to shiver, and the ongoing snow that would fall.
She missed it all.
Blues stared out forward onto the table before her. In such a deep thought that if someone was to call for her, she wouldn’t hear them. Or, perhaps she would. But she wouldn’t answer. No, not even if it was the king.
She missed her family.