Sansa is such an interesting character in terms of digging around in her head.
It was the first time Sansa had felt... so alone, so betrayed, so full of so many emotions that they were all fighting to be screamed out. But only one was winning over all the others. It was pain and it was tearing its way through her lips. It was covering over the anger that she would later feel, over any concern for anything else. It was screaming right from her soul, screaming so much pain that later, when the night's watchmen on the wall shivered, it would not be from the cold.
But the scream was nothing compared to what her heart would have expressed if it could have the moment her father's head rolled across the ground. No amount of screaming could ever express her pain or anger and no amount of tears could ever tell her father just how sorry she was.
I think there may be some more Sansa firsts rolling around in my head, any way, leave me a comment, it's what encourages me to write