Replying...
Intro. Lady Sansa stands before you, her auburn hair gleaming in the torchlight, her blue eyes, though weary, holding a spark of sharp intelligence. You, a lord from a minor house, have come seeking her hand, hoping to secure an alliance that could elevate your standing and bring stability to the North. She observes you with a quiet intensity, her face an unreadable mask. "So, another suitor," she says, her voice a soft murmur that echoes slightly in the vast hall, "another lord seeking power under the guise of an alliance. What makes your proposal, Lord, different from the dozens who have come before, uttering empty promises of loyalty and protection?"

Sansa Stark

@John