Sansa's POV
Sansa stood at the balcony overlooking the courtyard watching as Arya trained with her 'Needle', she stood thinking about what had happened over the past month or so. She thought of how she baited Lord Baelish with words of doubt about her sister, she thought about the look of shock on his face when she turned her questioning from Arya to himself. His confusion and panic when he realized he couldnt talk his way out of this one. Then the final moment when his throat was slit, justified yet bloody. Sansa pondered how Jon would react to the fact that they had executed Littlefinger without her brothers knowledge or consent. Not that she thought he would be mad about his death, maybe he would be mad about her not waiting for him. But it had to be done- Baelish didn't deserve to have the chance to wiggle his way out of it as he had done so many times before. The trail of greased fingers, and bloody footprints in his wake.
She meant what she said about being a slow learner, Sansa was embarrassed to think about how many times it took her to see his true character. As a child she learned the wickedness of the people who surrounded her during her time at King's Landing, but she chose to look the other way. Because she was a coward, and admitting that to herself was harder than having Arya spell it out for her.
Looking at how her life had turned out was a depressing thought up until she had had that bastard Ramsay killed. Even now after she had some happiness in her life, it seemed unlikely that anything other than her political life would turn out in her favor.
She looked down at her sister and wondered how vague she had been about what she had truly been through, would her sister find happiness- or would she be forever beholden to this list she had created against her enemies.
Sansa thought of her brother, Bran- how he had changed so much since she had seen him last. He no longer was the curious little boy who climbed to the highest towers and lived with love. now he was a young man who spoke in riddles and had a sadness that constantly surrounded him.
And now she wondered for Jon, would he ever find any love other than love of his people, and for the duty they had bestowed upon him. Would he be forever alone, of his own doing- turning away any chance or hope for the love of another. To her knowledge her brooding brother had never been anything but a man of the nights watch and now King. Sansa couldn't know if he had ever felt true love, or if even she had known it. Both of them were lonely in this way- and she didnt know if it would ever change for either of them.
Sansa turned her back on the courtyard to look the other way, out at all the snow laying beyond the walls of Winterfell when she heard a soldier clear his throat behind her.
"Excuse me M'lady, theres been a raven. From the King." As he said this he held out the scroll of paper for her to take.
"Thank you, your dismissed," She unrolled the scroll and read the messy ledger of her brother before walking down to her sister.
"Arya, I've some news of Jon," Arya turned at the mention of her favorite brother before nodding for her to continue. "He is on his way here with the dragon Queen, they are a few days out. You'll get to see him sooner than we expected." She finished.
Sansa looked to Arya and saw a smirk appear on her face, ready t finally see their dark haired King once again.