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 in Sansa's mind, because she had lost her heart to the enemy who would be either her salvation or her downfall. For in the game of thrones there was only winning or dying, nothing in between. - "Sansa we can't... This is wrong." "But how can something be wrong that feels so right? Tell me you hated it, tell me none of this meant anything to you and I'll go." Catalina smiled sadly. "It was like a daydream. Beautiful and intoxicating. I wish it would never end, but Sansa... Our daydream is over now." (Sansa Stark x FemOc)