𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 // Sansa Stark
She smelled like rose petals and her lips tasted like pomegranate. Her skin was as delicate as a soft feather and her touch as gentle as a kiss from the gods. Her smile was more beautiful than the radiance of the sun and her hair more golden than a treasure of coins. Catalina Baratheon was the only thing that buzzed i...