Sansa
Her fingers trailed gingerly over the delicate fabric of one of her new gowns. It was a confection of summer silk done in Tully blue and red, but even the familiar colors of her mother's house did little to still the disquiet in Sansa's heart. A fortnight past Queen Cercei had come to her chambers to announce that she would have a new wardrobe made, one suitable for a young lady. A few short moons ago Sansa would have been delighted, but now she only felt suspicious and frightened. The Queen had hardly even looked at her since Joffrey had set her aside for Lady Margaery, yet suddenly she had offered her a new wardrobe. What could she want from me now?
A few of her new gowns were made in Tully colors, and a few were Stark white and grey, but most were gold and crimson; Lannister colors. They can dress me like a lion, but I'll never be one. I'm a Stark. A wolf. Stiffly, she closed the door to her wardrobe and crawled back into bed. Most of her time lately had been spent curled under her blankets, hiding from the world. Nobody seemed to care whether or not she showed her face at court since her engagement had ended, so she had taken to only leaving her chambers to visit the godswood or the sept. She prayed for her mother and Robb, she prayed that Arya was safe somewhere far away, she prayed for all the family she had lost, she even prayed for Jon. Her most fervent prayers, however, had been that Joffrey's wedding to Margaery would go smoothly. She still feared that she could be forced into being Joff's bride, and the Queen's recent attention had only served to frighten Sansa more.
A sudden knock at the door startled her out of her forlorn reverie. She leapt out of bed as the Queen glided through the door, dressed in a low cut hunter green gown, the bodice of which was intricately decorated with pearls. Sansa sank into a low curtsy, and her heart followed suit.
"Your Grace," she muttered, suddenly aware of how bedraggled she must appear.
"I have wonderful news, little dove," the queen said with a radiant smile that never reached her eyes, "in a fortnight you are to be wed."