Sansa: I’m supposed to marry Prince Joffery. I love him and I’m meant to be his Queen and have his babies.
Arya: Seven hells
Ned: When you’re old enough, I’ll make you a match with someone who’s worthy of you, someone who’s brave and gentle and strong
Sansa: I don’t want someone brave and gentle and strong. I want him! He’ll be the greatest king that ever was, a golden lion, and I’ll give him sons with beautiful blond hair.