A Little Unorthodox, I'll Admit.

Once Upon A Time.

Once upon a time in Westeros, there lived a young maiden named Sansa Stark. Beloved by all whom beheld her, she was as beautiful as her blood was noble. 

But she had an enchantment upon her of a fearful sort, which could only be broken by love's first kiss. 

As a means of keeping her affliction a secret, she was locked away in the ruined, desolate castle of Harrenhal until she would come of age to marry the Prince and become Queen of Westeros. 

Initially, Sansa had free reign of the castle and caretakers as any proper Lady should, including a Septa for her lessons in propriety, history and the arts of needlework and song; A cook and a maester. Shortly following her sixteenth Name Day, the castle was overtaken by a terrible, fire breathing dragon, burning all who lived there to a crisp. 

Lady Sansa was fortunate enough to retreat to the highest room of the tallest tower. It was there that she waited for her true love, and true love's first kiss.