Sansa's POV

Back in time

As the rain fell softly from the evening sky, each drop carried the scent of wet earth, like the tears of the heavens. The air was heavy with sadness. I stood in a black robe, holding a half-moon-shaped pendant around my neck — a special gift from my father, something I treasured deeply. I always touched it whenever I felt lonely or sad.

My mother had given the pendant to my father on their wedding day, but after her death—shortly after I was born—it became ...