tomorrow | sansa stark

2:8 ♤ everybody's fool



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The following morning came too quickly for Sansa. After their... agreement, Lenora walked Sansa back to her chambers and made sure she was comfortable in bed before leaving her.

Only now Sansa wished Lenora had closed her curtains as the sun shined directly into her eyes as she woke.

Groaning, she turned to the side facing the wall and tried to return to her slumber. If anything urgent had come up while she slept, someone would come find her, but for now she laid limp against her sheets.

It felt like forever until her eyelids grew heavy once again. Just as she could taste the freedom of sleep, a knock came to her door. She whimpered and covered her eyes.

But the knocks became louder and quicker. Finally, Sansa stood and threw the blankets off her body. She stumbled towards the door and opened it a crack. Lenora smiled on the other side, her hands behind her back.

Sansa did not smile as she opened the door, hands resting on her hips. "Yes?" She grumbled.

Lenora laughed. "You alright?" She received a death glare. "Well, good morning to you too darling." She let herself in, giving Sansa a light kiss on the cheek.

"Yes sure, come in." Sansa closed the door and rubbed her eyes.

"Are you sick?" Lenora brought a hand to Sansa's forehead.

The taller girl slapped it away. "I'm perfectly healthy."

"Then why are you so tired?" Lenora returned her hand behind her back.

"Someone forgot to close my curtain last night."

Lenora turned to look at the window, then to the direct glare shining right onto Sansa's pillow. She grimaced and turned back to the redhead. "Sorry." She pulled a small chest from behind her back and held it out to Sansa. "Forgive me?"

Sansa's heart fluttered as she took the gift from Lenora. "What's this?" She asked, trying to fight the smile that shadowed her lips.

"Open it."

She hesitated but caved in and opened it. Three large glasses each different in color were placed carefully in the chest. She looked at Lenora. "What this? Please don't say poison."

"It's poison." Sansa looked up at Lenora. "Just a joke. They're perfumes."

Oh. Perfumes were... extremely rare in Westeros. Especially in the North. "Thank you." Sansa put the chest down on her table and picked out the yellow bottle to smell.

"That one's my favorite." Lenora proudly said. "Reminds me of lemon cakes." Sansa laughed, of course. Lenora took the bottle and opened it. "It's a brush, so you just dip it in the perfume and brush where you would like the scent."

Lenora dipped the perfume and made sure none dripped on the floor then grabbed Sansa's wrist. She carefully spread some on her wrist before letting Sansa smell it.

"Smells lovely."

Without thinking of logic Lenora brushed Sansa's nose with it. She laughed as she spoke. "Well, now it will never fade."