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Joffrey
drew
the
Knight
of
Flowers
to
his
feet
and
kissed
him
on
his
cheek
.
"
Done
,
brother
.
"
Lord
Tyrell
bowed
his
head
.
"
There
is
no
greater
pleasure
than
to
serve
the
King
’
s
Grace
.
If
I
was
deemed
worthy
to
join
your
royal
council
,
you
would
find
none
more
loyal
or
true
.
"
Joff
put
a
hand
on
Lord
Tyrell
’
s
shoulder
and
kissed
him
when
he
stood
.
"
Your
wish
is
granted
.
"
Ser
Garlan
Tyrell
,
five
years
senior
to
Ser
Loras
,
was
a
taller
bearded
version
of
his
more
famous
younger
brother
.
He
was
thicker
about
the
chest
and
broader
at
the
shoulders
,
and
though
his
face
was
comely
enough
,
he
lacked
Ser
Loras
’
s
startling
beauty
.
"
Your
Grace
,
"
Garlan
said
when
the
king
approached
him
,
"
I
have
a
maiden
sister
,
Margaery
,
the
delight
of
our
House
.
She
was
wed
to
Renly
Baratheon
,
as
you
know
,
but
Lord
Renly
went
to
war
before
the
marriage
could
be
consummated
,
so
she
remains
innocent
.
Margaery
has
heard
tales
of
your
wisdom
,
courage
,
and
chivalry
,
and
has
come
to
love
you
from
afar
.
I
beseech
you
to
send
for
her
,
to
take
her
hand
in
marriage
,
and
to
wed
your
House
to
mine
for
all
time
.
"
King
Joffrey
made
a
show
of
looking
surprised
.
"
Ser
Garlan
,
your
sister
’
s
beauty
is
famed
throughout
the
Seven
Kingdoms
,
but
I
am
promised
to
another
.
A
king
must
keep
his
word
.
"
Queen
Cersei
got
to
her
feet
in
a
rustle
of
skirts
.
"
Your
Grace
,
in
the
judgment
of
your
small
council
,
it
would
be
neither
proper
nor
wise
for
you
to
wed
the
daughter
of
a
man
beheaded
for
treason
,
a
girl
whose
brother
is
in
open
rebellion
against
the
throne
even
now
.
Sire
,
your
councilors
beg
you
,
for
the
good
of
your
realm
,
set
Sansa
Stark
aside
.
The
Lady
Margaery
will
make
you
a
far
more
suitable
queen
.
"
Like
a
pack
of
trained
dogs
,
the
lords
and
ladies
in
the
hall
began
to
shout
their
pleasure
.
"
Margaery
,
"
they
called
.
"
Give
us
Margaery
!
"
and
"
No
traitor
queens
!
Tyrell
!
Tyrell
!
"
Joffrey
raised
a
hand
.
"
I
would
like
to
heed
the
wishes
of
my
people
,
Mother
,
but
I
took
a
holy
vow
.
"
The
High
Septon
stepped
forward
.
"
Your
Grace
,
the
gods
hold
betrothal
solemn
,
but
your
father
,
King
Robert
of
blessed
memory
,
made
this
pact
before
the
Starks
of
Winterfell
had
revealed
their
falseness
.
