When she clicked her heels the third time, Sansa found herself…
When she clicked her heels the third time, Sansa found herself in a strange place. The floor was the color of blood, she wore a shimmering gown of an unusual fabric, and before her, beyond a stone parapet, a mob of bizarrely dressed people shouted at her in a language she couldn’t understand. Many of them held small devices that flashed bright lights in her eyes.
She stood, blinking.
The old crone was right was her first thought.
I am never going back was the second.
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Tags: game of thrones, GoT, sansa stark, sophie turner.
