Sansa stopped believing in chivalry a long time ago, she had learned a bitter lesson; Princes can be monsters and Knights don't always save maidens. She thought that marrying Willas Tyrell will save her from the clutches and paws of the Lannisters but she was wrong, her savior wasn't in form of a golden rose but of a dragon; a man thought to be dead but was more than alive, a man of songs and poems, a man of gallantry and action, the Prince that she's always dreamed of.