imagine Sansa is sitting alone in the great hall after all the northern lords have left, pondering her responsibilities as warden of the north when a lump of food hits her in the face. she turns and sees arya smiling, holding a wooden spoon
“The only way to keep your people loyal is to make certain they fear you more than they do the enemy.“ "I will remember, Your Grace,” said Sansa, though she had always heard that love was a surer route to the people’s loyalty than fear. If I am ever a queen, I’ll make them love me.