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Cersei
Lannister
was
breaking
her
fast
when
Sansa
was
ushered
into
her
solar
.
"
You
may
sit
,
"
the
queen
said
graciously
.
"
Are
you
hungry
?
"
She
gestured
at
the
table
.
There
was
porridge
,
honey
,
milk
,
boiled
eggs
,
and
crisp
fried
fish
.
The
sight
of
the
food
made
Sansa
feel
ill
.
Her
tummy
was
tied
in
a
knot
.
"
No
,
thank
you
,
Your
Grace
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
blame
you
.
Between
Tyrion
and
Lord
Stannis
,
everything
I
eat
tastes
of
ash
.
And
now
you
’
re
setting
fires
as
well
.
What
did
you
hope
to
accomplish
?
"
Sansa
lowered
her
head
.
"
The
blood
frightened
me
.
"
"
The
blood
is
the
seal
of
your
womanhood
.
Lady
Catelyn
might
have
prepared
you
.
You
’
ve
had
your
first
flowering
,
no
more
.
"
Sansa
had
never
felt
less
flowery
.
"
My
lady
mother
told
me
,
but
I
.
.
.
I
thought
it
would
be
different
.
"
"
Different
how
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
.
Less
.
.
.
less
messy
,
and
more
magical
.
"
Queen
Cersei
laughed
.
"
Wait
until
you
birth
a
child
,
Sansa
.
A
woman
’
s
life
is
nine
parts
mess
to
one
part
magic
,
you
’
ll
learn
that
soon
enough
.
.
.
and
the
parts
that
look
like
magic
often
turn
out
to
be
messiest
of
all
.
"
She
took
a
sip
of
milk
.
"
So
now
you
are
a
woman
.
Do
you
have
the
least
idea
of
what
that
means
?
"
"
It
means
that
I
am
now
fit
to
be
wedded
and
bedded
,
"
said
Sansa
,
"
and
to
bear
children
for
the
king
.
"
