No Queen has clean hands.

I love the juice but I loathe sticky fingers. Clean hands, Sansa. Whatever you do, make certain your hands are clean.

He has hands like two white spiders.

Perhaps I cannot make my people good, she told herself, but I should at least try to make them a little less bad.

A harp can be a dangerous as a sword, in the right hands.

Once she had loved Prince Joffrey with all her heart, and admired and trusted her his mother, the queen. They had repaid that love and trust with her father's head. Sansa would never make that mistake again.