This was a tiny detail in the tapestry but one she immensely enjoyed doing. It felt liberating to create the scene with the demise of her tormentor. It made her feel peaceful inside, despite the macabre visage that was forming under her skilled fingers. With a forlorn sigh, Sansa placed her spool on the table. It was time to attend the council again. She headed towards the meeting chambers, shadowed by Brienne.