Day 1: Winterfell
When Sansa opened her eyes, Winterfell was whole again. The towers were taller and the walls were grander. In front of her was a splendid gate opened with the sound of music and laughter coming from the inside. Sansa looked around and noticed she wasn't the only one outside either. There were other people who rushed by her to get inside the castle. Singers, nobles, fools, and smallfolk walked with one another talking about some sort of 16th nameday.
It struck Sansa that no one noticed her and when she called out own name. They all seemed to ignore her, as if she was a ghost. I'm a Stark of Winterfell, yet why does no one know who I am in my own home? She decided to follow the guests into the castle. Surely whoever is hosting this event must know who I am.
Inside, Winterfell seemed so much larger than Sansa had ever remembered it to be. And so much more crowded too. She pushed her way not caring anymore that nobody seemed to know her. When she entered the hall, she gasped. There in the table, where she had always dined with her family, sat complete strangers. If I don't know who they are, then they don't know who I am either. There was an older couple whispering and laughing with each other. They looked so much like her lady mother and her lord father, but the more Sansa looked at them, the less they resembled her parents. After all, neither of them ever wore crowns. Towards their left sat two twin girls with the Stark look, laughing with each other and playing with their food. In the center, sat a proud young man. It struck Sansa how much he looked like Robb had it not been for his grey eyes. To his right, sat a handsome man with shoulder length auburn hair. He paused his conversation with the small lady of green eyes to look straight at Sansa.
She froze.
It was first time someone had noticed her and she felt exposed. The man felt familiar, but before Sansa could place who he was, the man gave her a knowing smile and went back to talking with the lady. A sudden nudge on her back caused Sansa to turn and face an old grey direwolf looking at her.
"Summer what are you doing? There is nothing there", a young lady with the Stark face dressed in men's clothing called out.
"Sansa?"
Suddenly it was nighttime and Sansa found herself in the godswood where she had been praying. I must have fallen asleep! It was dark with only the stars and the moon around as to serve as light. Most of Winterfell remained how she saw it when she had returned to the North: burnt and broken, with only some of it being rebuilt. Planning the rebuilding of Winterfell and then overseeing it's reconstruction has proved to be very tiring. I was only a dreaming.
"Sansa?" a familiar voice asked again. It was Jon. He had been in Winterfell after the late King Stannis won it from the Boltons.
"You said you were only going to pray, but then you never returned and...well, I got worried", Jon explained as he reached out his hand towards her.
"Jon, I'm sorry for making you worry", Sansa said as she took his hand and got up.
"It's fine", Jon assured her. The moonlight reflected across his face and Sansa found herself thinking how lovely he looked in the night...and how much he looked like the king in her dream. A sweet dream, she thought. Yet why did it feel so real?