Sansa Stark-τι είναι πραγματικά?

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thanos1985 συμφωνώ απόλυτα μαζί σου. Για εμένα η αντιπαθέστερη Stark.

Δεν ξέρω αν είναι τυχαίο, αλλά μου αρέσει να σκέφτομαι ότι επειδή ακριβώς δεν έχει τα χαρακτηριστικά των Stark έμεινε χωρίς ανταρόλυκο!

Βέβαια υπάρχει και η θεωρία ότι ο λύκος της που πέθανε, ήταν το τίμημα που έπρεπε να πληρώσουν οι Stark για την ζωή του Bran.
Μπορεί επίσης να ήτανε προοικονομία για την συμπεριφορά των Lannister, οι οποίοι ήθελαν να καταστρέψουν την Sansa.
Μπορεί να ήταν η αρχή του τέλους για τις νότιες φιλοδοξίες του παππού της.
Μπορεί να προοικονομούσε την καταδίκη του πατέρα της, μπορεί να προοικονομούσε ότι ο Robert δεν θα προστάτευε τον Ned.
Μπορεί να προοικονόμουσε ότι για όποια πράξη και εαν έκαναν τα αδέρφια της, στο τέλος εκείνη θα την πλήρωνε.
Το δεύτερο βιβλίο άλλωστε ξεκινάει με τον Joffrey να διατάζει τους ιππότες να την γδύσουν και να την δείρουν, επειδή ο αδερφός της κέρδιζε τις μάχες.

\"Using some vile sorcery, your brother fell upon Ser Stafford Lannister with an army of wargs, not three days ride from Lannisport. Thousands of good men were butchered as they slept, without the chance to lift sword. After the slaughter, the northmen feasted on the flesh of the slain.\"

Horror coiled cold hands around Sansa\'s throat.

\"You have nothing to say?\" asked Joffrey.

\"Your Grace, the poor child is shocked witless,\" murmured Ser Dontos.

\"Silence, fool.\" Joffrey lifted his crossbow and pointed it at her face. \"You Starks are as unnatural as those wolves of yours. I\'ve not forgotten how your monster savaged me.\"

\"That was Arya\'s wolf,\" she said. \"Lady never hurt you, but you killed her anyway.\"

Μπορεί να προοικονομεί την σχέση της με τον Sandor, άλλωστε ο ίδιος ο βασιλίας πρότεινε στον πατέρα της να της πάρει σκύλο.

Και σε ότι αφορά την ιδέα ότι η Sansa είναι λιγότερ ο Stark από τους άλλους, υπάρχει και αυτό

He had a pack as well, once. Five they had been, and a sixth who stood aside. Somewhere down inside him were the sounds the men had given them to tell one from the other, but it was not by their sounds he knew them. He remembered their scents, his brothers and his sisters. They all had smelled alike, had smelled of pack, but each was different too.

His angry brother with the hot green eyes was near, the prince felt, though he had not seen him for many hunts. Yet with every sun that set he grew more distant, and he had been the last. The others were far scattered, like leaves blown by the wild wind.

Sometimes he could sense them, though, as if they were still with him, only hidden from his sight by a boulder or a stand of trees. He could not smell them, nor hear their howls by night, yet he felt their presence at his back . . . all but the sister they had lost. His tail drooped when he remembered her. Four now, not five. Four and one more, the white who has no voice.

These woods belonged to them, the snowy slopes and stony hills, the great green pines and the golden leaf oaks, the rushing streams and blue lakes fringed with fingers of white frost. But his sister had left the wilds, to walk in the halls of man-rock where other hunters ruled, and once within those halls it was hard to find the path back out. The wolf prince remembered.