Book Sansa: *Judged Jeyne Poole for having a crush on Beric Dondarrion*.
Also Book Sansa: *Became a Sandor Clegane/The Hound stan just a few hours after Jeyne's crush on Beric started*.
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Winds of Winter Headcanon
Jeyne and Arya will reunite in Braavos on the day of the unmasking and reclaim their identities.
In songs, the hero always saved the maiden from the monster's castle, but life was not a song, no more than Jeyne was Arya Stark.
Inspired by @dontbotherwiththepronunciation 💜💜💜, turning me into a Jeyne Poole Stan day by day.
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u know I’m going through it when I start drawing her melancholy ass again
(for context this is technically from a fic i wanted to write but didn’t have the energy for about 2 years ago, basically Jeyne and Theon don’t get busted out of Winterfell for another 6 months, it’s more centred around Barb sneaking around w Mance and them and selling out Roose it’s a whole thing. hence Jeyne’s missing finger and the ring she has, which Barb gave her as like collateral to let her know she was coming back to get her it’s a whole thing anyway the fic was weird it will never see the light of day but the set-up kind of ate I must admit)
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A Game of Thrones, Arya I
Sansa was chatting away happily as she worked. Beth Cassel, Ser Rodrik’s little girl, was sitting by her feet, listening to every word she said, and Jeyne Poole was leaning over to whisper something in her ear.
“What are you talking about?” Arya asked suddenly.
Jeyne gave her a startled look, then giggled. Sansa looked abashed. Beth blushed. No one answered.
“Tell me,” Arya said.
Jeyne glanced over to make certain that Septa Mordane was not listening. Myrcella said something then, and the septa laughed along with the rest of the ladies.
“We were talking about the prince,” Sansa said, her voice soft as a kiss.
Arya knew which prince she meant: Joffrey, of course. The tall, handsome one. Sansa got to sit with him at the feast. Arya had to sit with the little fat one. Naturally.
“Joffrey likes your sister,” Jeyne whispered, proud as if she had something to do with it. She was the daughter of Winterfell’s steward and Sansa’s dearest friend. “He told her she was very beautiful.”
“He’s going to marry her,” little Beth said dreamily, hugging herself. “Then Sansa will be queen of all the realm.”
Sansa had the grace to blush. She blushed prettily. She did everything prettily, Arya thought with dull resentment.
“Beth, you shouldn’t make up stories,” Sansa corrected the younger girl, gently stroking her hair to take the harshness out of her words.
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Steward Jeyne Poole
Jeyne had hesitated. Mikken, Theon thought. His name was Mikken. The castle blacksmith had never made any lemoncakes for Sansa, which made him far less important than the castle cook in the sweet little world she had shared with her friend Jeyne Poole. Remember, damn you. Your father was the steward, he had charge of the whole household. The smith's name was Mikken, Mikken, Mikken. I had him put to death before me!
"Mikken," Jeyne said.
Inspired by these tags on my last Jeyne drawing, by: @dontbotherwiththepronunciation
I am now in love with the idea of Jeyne becoming a steward just like her father and living with Theon on the Iron Islands.
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