She'd never experienced anything like it before; this, this was love. This was the kind of love she'd been longing for since she was a little girl. This was the kind of love that men wrote songs about and women told their daughters that they would find someday.
Sansa didn't trust it.
Love was a lie, at least the kind they sang of in songs was. The only kind of love she believed in now was family, friendship, and even those were debatable. It didn't seem right; it just couldn't be real.
People had ruined love for her; she'd seen one person who claimed that another was all they'd ever need or want turn them in to the king for some imagined slight and a few coppers.
It just wan't real.
It was a nice fantasy, one that she had believed in for entirely too long.
But she'd woken up.
It was a lie.