Love is a funny thing. You expect it to be easy. You expect it to be a world of roses and laughs and perfect moments that you find only in movies. You expect him to always say the right thing, and always know exactly how you feel, or exactly how to react to it. You expect him to calm you down when you’re yelling or to chase you when you run away. You expect so much that you feel entirely, and utterly defeated when something doesn’t exactly match up with all your plans. But that’s the thing, love isn’t a plan. It doesn’t have a certain beginning and it certainly has no end or visible finish line to those deeply in it. Love happens, and it is so incredibly messy.
I think Sansa is clever, but I think that what is important about Sansa more than that she is clever or that she will “come out on top” or end up powerful (she may or may not come out on top or end up in power!) is that Sansa Stark is kind, and she remains kind despite all the things that have happened to her. I think when people defend Sansa from h8rs they often try to point out things about her that are valuable to her but ultimately not really accomplishments? She learns to be clever and manipulative because she has to. She is kind out of choice, and persistently kind in the face of overwhelming cruelty, and that is why I love Sansa.