Some art of Sansaโs fantasy of marrying Willas Tyrell, based on this excerpt:
โShe pictured the two of them sitting together in a garden with puppies in their laps, or listening to a singer strum upon a lute while they floated down the Mander on a pleasure barge. If I give him sons, he may come to love me. She would name them Eddard and Brandon and Rickon, and raise them all to be as valiant as Ser Loras.โ
(sansa, a storm of swords)
I do love how every time Sansa thinks of Willas, it always ends in her fantasising about Loras instead. Sorry willy
