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Their
crimes
against
the
realm
have
freed
you
from
any
promise
you
might
have
made
.
So
far
as
the
Faith
is
concerned
,
there
is
no
valid
marriage
contract
‘
twixt
you
and
Sansa
Stark
.
"
A
tumult
of
cheering
filled
the
throne
room
,
and
cries
of
"
Margaery
,
Margaery
,
"
erupted
all
around
her
.
Sansa
leaned
forward
,
her
hands
tight
around
the
gallery
’
s
wooden
rail
.
She
knew
what
came
next
,
but
she
was
still
frightened
of
what
Joffrey
might
say
,
afraid
that
he
would
refuse
to
release
her
even
now
,
when
his
whole
kingdom
depended
upon
it
.
She
felt
as
if
she
were
back
again
on
the
marble
steps
outside
the
Great
Sept
of
Baelor
,
waiting
for
her
prince
to
grant
her
father
mercy
,
and
instead
hearing
him
command
Ilyn
Payne
to
strike
off
his
head
.
Please
,
she
prayed
fervently
,
make
him
say
it
,
make
him
say
it
.
Lord
Tywin
was
looking
at
his
grandson
.
Joff
gave
him
a
sullen
glance
,
shifted
his
feet
,
and
helped
Ser
Garlan
Tyrell
to
rise
.
"
The
gods
are
good
.
I
am
free
to
heed
my
heart
.
I
will
wed
your
sweet
sister
,
and
gladly
,
ser
.
"
He
kissed
Ser
Garlan
on
a
bearded
cheek
as
the
cheers
rose
all
around
them
.
Sansa
felt
curiously
light
-
headed
.
I
am
free
.
She
could
feel
eyes
upon
her
.
I
must
not
smile
,
she
reminded
herself
.
The
queen
had
warned
her
;
no
matter
what
she
felt
inside
,
the
face
she
showed
the
world
must
look
distraught
.
"
I
will
not
have
my
son
humiliated
,
"
Cersei
said
.
"
Do
you
hear
me
?
"
"
Yes
.
But
if
I
’
m
not
to
be
queen
,
what
will
become
of
me
?
"
"
That
will
need
to
be
determined
.
For
the
moment
,
you
shall
remain
here
at
court
,
as
our
ward
.
"
"
I
want
to
go
home
.
"
The
queen
was
irritated
by
that
.
"
You
should
have
learned
by
now
,
none
of
us
get
the
things
we
want
.
"
I
have
,
though
,
Sansa
thought
.
I
am
free
of
Joffrey
.
I
will
not
have
to
kiss
him
,
nor
give
him
my
maidenhood
,
nor
bear
him
children
.
Let
Margaery
Tyrell
have
all
that
,
poor
girl
.
