Dear Lady Stark,
My last glimpse of your beloved husband’s face leads me to believe congratulations are in order. I was so hoping you would have the chance to murder that bastard. I’m glad it all worked out in your favor. Oh! And what a deliciously ironic death you delivered. We were all rooting for such a happy ending.
It is such a joy to see you smiling again too. After your betrothal to Joffrey and your marriage to Tyrion, I must say I was cautiously optimistic that your next match would be an improvement. I daresay that was rather naïve on my part, but you know how that goes. I’m so relieved all is well now, due to your marvelous machinations.
I understand that you have suffered tremendously since you and your brother, Jon, parted. I’ve watched the physical and psychological abuse, your father’s sudden public decapitation, your brother and mother’s brutal murder, your sister’s disappearance, your queen hunting you for her son’s murder, your aunt’s jealous attempt to murder you over a kiss, and of course, your marriage to a sadistic sociopath who repeatedly raped and beat you. I suppose it’s only natural you may have some resulting trust issues. Perhaps that is why you didn’t reveal your plan to Jon?
You Starks are usually such a noble and proud family. But then, every time your family trusts others to be just as noble, you’ve been severely disappointed. Poor Jon has already died once for it. I also see that Lord Baelish, with his schemes and plots, has fared far better than any of you Starks. After everything you’ve gone through, I imagine you’re tired of being on the losing side. I can’t say I blame you there. Of course, Jon would do the honorable Stark move and fall into your husband’s trap. I see you’ve grown up and discovered that those who deserve to win often lose. It’s sadly satisfying to watch you evolve from a noble Stark to a scheming survivor.
I’m sorry you had to learn so thoroughly that the world isn’t a safe place for the innocence and naivety you once held. I’m also sorry you were ever in a position that made asking Lord Baelish for help your only attractive option. I wish you the best of luck in out-scheming that sleazy scumbag. After lying to the brother who went to battle for you, giving your other brother up as a lost cause, and serving your spouse as doggie dinner, you’re off to a promising start. Survival of the schemiest!
(Acknowledge artists! Featured image by: Sanchez, Jon. Art Prints. 2016. http://www.jonsanchezcreative.com. 23 June 2016.)