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It was so terribly exciting that Sansa had started packing the very day Father told her she would be going south with him to wed the prince. Every night as she laid in bed and imagined what it would be like at court, she would remember something else and have to crawl out of bed to find it and put it in the traveling chest. And sometimes she had to take things out, like her silk shift that barely fit anymore.
The most difficult decision was about her dolls. Sansa loved her dolls. She had every one she'd ever owned, even the ones from when she was little that looked rather careworn. There was Jonquil, with Florian beside her, and Alysanne who Sansa had named after the queen who had visited Winterfell with her dragon. There was Lady Melessa with wisps of black silk for hair and Shiera who'd been a gift from Septa Mordane. Arwyn had been Arya's doll, a name day gift from Mother that Sansa had found abandoned with her lovely gown torn and her hair cut. Sansa preferred to think that she'd saved Arwyn, not stolen her. She had mended her gown and fixed her hair as best she could and kept her safe from Arya. Sansa couldn't take them with her. She was nearly a woman grown now, betrothed to Prince Joffrey, and she'd have to be a lady for Father's sake too since Mother wasn't going with them. She wasn't a child to play with dolls any longer.
There would be tourneys and feasts and dances and mummer's shows in King's Landing. She wouldn't even have time for dolls, she told herself. But they were her friends. She trusted them more than Jeyne Poole. Jeyne was only a steward's daughter and sometimes she got jealous of Sansa so Sansa told her very best secrets to her dolls. When she'd been very little, it was Lady Melessa who'd heard how she wanted to marry Robb. And she'd made Florian and Jonquil kiss and touch the way she'd accidentally witnessed one of the stableboys and a kitchen girl doing. But that was when she was just a little girl. She would marry a prince and he would kiss her soon. She kissed each of the dolls and put them away. They'd be safe here at Winterfell until she had daughters of her own to give them to.
Lady padded over to Sansa and licked her face. Sansa smiled and hugged her direwolf. Lady would be there with her in King's Landing. She could tell her secrets to Lady and Lady wouldn't tell anyone or get mad at her. And she'd have gowns much lovelier than her dolls' clothes. Sansa opened the chest and took out the ivory silk dress Queen Cersei had given to her. It was gorgeous, the most beautiful gown she'd ever seen other than the Queen's own things. Mother had nice clothing too but nothing as lovely as the Queen's. Sansa held the gown in front of her and stood before the looking glass. She'd already tried it on and she wanted to do so again but the maids were busy on account of the royal guests and it would be naughty to waste their time by summoning them to help her into the gown. She'd have many more gowns like it in King's Landing. Father would have to get them for her; he would be Hand of the King, he couldn't have his daughter looking like a beggar. Sansa sighed happily and carefully put the dress back in its place.
She perched on the window seat, looking out but not seeing the people passing by down below. "Princess Sansa," she whispered, then, "Queen Sansa."