There was no one in the city who had been through as much as Sansa Stark, perhaps there was no one in the whole realm who had. As soon as you arrived at the capital you had taken her under your wing.

You had taken the time to get to know her, to spend time with her and earn her friendship. She wasn't the most interesting girl in the world, but she had led an interesting life full of tragedy and pain, everything time you thought about it, it made you sad as you couldn't comprehend a girl so young going through such trauma.

When you heard about her love of lemon cakes and honey, you had made sure to request a tray be brought every evening for the two of you to enjoy along with wine. You would talk and gossip and laugh together and she truly considered you a friend.

"You know, my mother never let me have anything sweet until I'd finished my supper."

She giggled, feeling naughty for eating cakes, but enjoying the comfort and familiarity they provided her, reminding her of home.