A moment later, Winter leaned in closer towards the torches and another slew of gasps and shouts echoed across the courtyard, but Sansa was just feeling joy. The dancing flames of the torches illuminated two horrifying severed dragon heads hanging on the sides of his saddle. The first one was almost as big as Winter's and had black scales with blood-red horns and spikes. The second one was half the size and had cream-coloured scales with golden horns. She couldn't help but think that there was a macabre beauty in them.