[It all sounds so familiar, so horribly, ragingly familiar. The idea that Sansa had done the same thing through necessity, but had not even had the defense of disguise...]

Sansa, my friend, you and I would have been powerful allies on Asgard. And perhaps too in Winterfell. But you've kept yourself beneath all your masks, and so you've won. How does your sister Arya change her face? With magic?