Like I love putting music in my fic...
The first one is at the beginning youtube watch?v=NJ9xqBsROBQ
And at the end youtube watch?v=m0IiPwwdw4I&list=PLSJm1V-GFyJ2O5aQRnBeO67WqpfexxXly&index=11

They had given Sansa a grey dress, with long sleeves and fur around the neck. Her hair was loose, falling on her shoulders. Neither Willas nor Sansa were smiling. No one in the sept did. Edmure looked worried, Roslin was desperately trying to make Catelyn quiet and Garlan and Leonette were staring at the ground, knowing they were attending the saddest wedding they had ever seen.

And yet daylight was blinding them all.

There was once a young girl, noble of heart, charming and pretty and of great worth, against her will she was made a silent sister; this doesn't please her at all, so she lives in great pain.

Two young girls were singing this sad melody, echoing in Sansa's heart. They have made me a silent sister, forced to smile and please. Forced to watch my world falling apart without saying a word. And tonight I will be the wife of a man I know nothing about. Yes he was handsome and if...if my life had been a quiet river, I would have loved this man, with his smile and his gentle manners. But my life was never peaceful and I will never love him. One day I might appreciate him but love? How can one love without a heart?

Next to her, her husband was staring at his glass of wine. He had no desire to get drunk on his wedding night, but oddly enough his leg was hurting more than usual. He knew what it meant: a very uncomfortable wedding night.

He was now looking at his wife, in her beautiful silver dress, matching perfectly with her red hair. She was beautiful. If one day I make her smile, we will be the most beautiful couple the realm would have ever seen.

But many had tried to make her smile and they had won nothing but the deep knowledge that nothing, yes nothing, would make her smile but the recollection of the past.

"Time to bed them!"

"Please Edmure stop! You're embarrassing yourself!"

"Shhhhh... Who is speaking? Are you my lady a lake on a summer night so that I drown myself in your soft eyes? There is no sweeter way to die!"

"Edmure stop. Now."

"Quiet woman! It's time for the young lovers to make this wedding a legit one! Ladies, take off his clothes!"

Roslin was staring at her husband with the same look she had when Catelyn was being a very annoying baby.

"What, dear wife, what did I say AGAIN?"

"You will never again call me "woman!" in front of people. Never. I am going to sleep now. Please don't follow me." Roslin was speaking very slowly with her usual high voice.

"You can, you can remove your dress. If you want to of course! I do not wish to force you."

Sansa quickly removed her dress, getting rid of that absurd piece of cloth. I have nothing left but my body. Let's get rid of that too.

"I do not fear pain, my lord husband. You do not have to lie to comfort me."

"And I only desire to tell you the truth my lady. Please, follow me in the bed. It is time for us to do our duty."

They were not smiling, speaking so seriously.

The moonlight was allowing Willas to see through Sansa's thin shirt. She was beautiful, there was no doubt, and yet she was not a woman, only a young girl you find beautiful from afar but would never consider inviting to your bed.

"Listen. I like the music." For the first time of the day Sansa appeared fascinated by something. She was standing still, her eyes staring at the wall, where the music came from.

Are you going to Scarborough Fair? She slowly removed her shirt, revealing her naked skin to Willas's eyes. Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,Following her he sat on the bed not to hurt his leg and removed his clothes. Remember me to one who lives there, They were now in the bed, trying to avoid each other's eyes, trying to hide, not their body, but their faces. She once was a true love of mine. For who would like to spend their wedding night with a corpse?

Sansa Stark and Willas Tyrell. The names sounded pleasant together. They were beautiful laying next to each other. And still when their "duty" had been done, the bloodied sheets, the tears in Sansa's eyes, and the regretful look of Willas could not announce much more but a cold, sad and loveless match.

There was once a young girl, noble of heart, charming and pretty and of great worth, against her will she was made a silent sister; this doesn't please her at all, so she lives in great pain.

As usual, sorry for everything this is bad etc etc
I know I like to focus on the character's thoughts and it's difficult to read/understand. Hope it wasn't too unpleasant. If it was please accept my apologizes.