Sansa stood next to Bran, impatient to see Jon and to finally get a look at this "Queen" of Westeros. Her brother bending the knee to this unknown woman had her frustrated beyond belief. Their bannermen had elected him King in The North, and for him to give up his claim would surely feel like a slap to the face. They ran the risk of losing their support, something they could not afford with the Night King's forces getting closer every day.
She scanned the procession of soldiers for a glimpse of him but all she saw right now was Unsullied.
To the rest of the world her face seemed impassive, the only person who could tell she was actually distressed was Brienne who stood behind her with Podrick.
"It's going to be alright my Lady", said Brienne slightly bending forward to look at her. She knew her charge had a lot of pressure on her and these new developments had done nothing to ease them. She received a strained half smile.
The courtyard was full of soldiers and workers waiting to greet their visitors. It gave Sansa serious deja vu of a time that seemed forever ago. She was standing right by where her father stood, to once again meet royalty. She only hoped that this time it wouldn't end in disaster.
Finally Jon passed through the gate, all windswept hair and brooding looks. He guided his horse towards them, and once down went over to help the person that had been riding alongside him. Sansa had to wonder no more why his brother had not been more tenacious about keeping his title. She was beautiful.
With the introductions over and with Bran's statement of impending doom, they dispersed. There was work to do. She was on her way back inside the castle when she saw him. Like last time he was on a large war horse, but now he did not have that terrible helm. He seemed almost comical as he towered over the rest of the men and women. He had a different air about him, before he seeked to terrify everyone he came across, now it was as if he wanted to blend into the shadows.
He hadn't seen her yet, so she turned and walked back into the castle. He reminded her of her life in King's Landing, of who she had been. A scared and helpless little girl. And he had been her knight.