Song of Ice and Fire, A, Daenerys/Sansa, lemon cakes
Sweet Sansa Stark, pretty pawn of so many men.
In all your dreams of romance did you ever imagine that your one true love, who swept you off your feet and made you weak in the knees would not be a prince or knight but a dragon queen.
A girl, as tempered and tempest-tossed as you.
A woman, whose violet eyes would melt your heart, whose silver blonde hair would enfold you, whose kisses would linger on your lips sweeter than lemon cakes.