So Skeptical of Love (смешанная)

Sansa was used to not being the favorite daughter, this was nothing new.
For the father, her sister reminded him of his aunt, the little sister he lost; for the mother, her sister was the only one of her children who looked like their father; for her brothers, her sister was more fun, even if that broke all etiquette standards, that her mother had taught her was expected of her when she grew up.
Not being like her sister, she killed her direwolf, her father, her mother and her brothers.
She was stupid, that's why she and her family suffered, but Sansa couldn't take it anymore, even though she escaped from hell, she only found another one with Baelish.
So she decided to end it all at once.
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And it was quite clear that the gods were not in favor of her plan.
Waking up as Rhaena Targaryen in 119 AC and again seeing her new father clearly preferring her new sister to her and her new mother trying to ease her pain at being ignored by her father.
Well, at least it doesn't hurt as much as it should, since Sansa (or is it Rhaena?) doesn't want to love in this life.
Loving hurts.