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Sansa
lifted
the
cup
to
her
lips
and
took
a
sip
.
The
wine
was
cloyingly
sweet
,
but
very
strong
.
"
You
can
do
better
than
that
,
"
Cersei
said
.
"
Drain
the
cup
,
Sansa
.
Your
queen
commands
you
.
"
It
almost
gagged
her
,
but
Sansa
emptied
the
cup
,
gulping
down
the
thick
sweet
wine
until
her
head
was
swimming
.
"
More
?
"
Cersei
asked
.
"
No
.
Please
.
"
The
queen
looked
displeased
.
"
When
you
asked
about
Ser
Ilyn
earlier
,
I
lied
to
you
Would
you
like
to
hear
the
truth
,
Sansa
?
Would
you
like
to
know
why
he
’
s
really
here
?
"
She
did
not
dare
answer
,
but
it
did
not
matter
.
The
queen
raised
a
hand
and
beckoned
,
never
waiting
for
a
reply
.
Sansa
had
not
even
seen
Ser
Ilyn
return
to
the
hall
,
but
suddenly
there
he
was
,
striding
from
the
shadows
behind
the
dais
as
silent
as
a
cat
.
He
carried
Ice
unsheathed
.
Her
father
had
always
cleaned
the
blade
in
the
godswood
after
he
took
a
man
’
s
head
,
Sansa
recalled
,
but
Ser
Ilyn
was
not
so
fastidious
.
There
was
blood
drying
on
the
rippling
steel
,
the
red
already
fading
to
brown
.
"
Tell
Lady
Sansa
why
I
keep
you
by
us
,
"
said
Cersei
.
Ser
Ilyn
opened
his
mouth
and
emitted
a
choking
rattle
.
His
pox
-
scarred
face
had
no
expression
.
"
He
’
s
here
for
us
,
he
says
,
"
the
queen
said
.
"
Stannis
may
take
the
city
and
he
may
take
the
throne
,
but
I
will
not
suffer
him
to
judge
me
.
I
do
not
mean
for
him
to
have
us
alive
.
"
"
Us
?
"
