Sansa sat there looking like a poor little thing, and Gryn could not help but smile. "Perhaps you could ask someone for help. Learning to seek help properly is wisdom in itself."
After bidding farewell to His Majesty, Sansa took her maidservant to Winterfell's main keep.
When Sansa found her mother, she was scolding Arya, which immediately improved her somewhat gloomy mood.
"Lady Catelyn."
Sansa gave a slight curtsy and went to stand beside her mother. Her eyes swept over Arya, who was glaring at her, and she said softly, "Mother, has my sister gotten into trouble again? Oh, don't be too upset. She's much better than she used to be."
"Sansa, don't pretend to care, you—"
Scraped by Lady Catelyn's terrifying gaze, Arya chose to shut up despite her indignation.
Sansa had long wanted to find a chance to teach Arya a proper lesson. She put on a sad yet strained ladylike smile. "I am your sister, my little sister. The pack survives..."
Arya felt ready to explode. Sansa was not only hypocritical, but especially cunning. She was doing it on purpose!
Yet their mother, deceived by Sansa, sternly prompted, "And then?"
Arya puffed up her little cheeks and pouted. "...The lone wolf dies."
Sansa was delighted. With the satisfaction of an elder sister teaching her younger sister, she said, "Arya, remember, we are sisters."
Where's my sword?!
Arya was practically a little wolf with raised hackles. Lady Catelyn waved a hand wearily. "Go on. Don't climb through windows again, my Stark lady."
"Ooh—"
As she left, Arya shot her a vicious glare. Sansa's eyes curved into crescents as she gave her an incomparably warm smile.
Her well-behaved eldest daughter also gave Lady Catelyn a headache. She said sternly, "Sansa, the pack survives."
Sansa had been happily staring