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"
Be
silent
,
"
Ser
Kevan
Lannister
bellowed
.
The
knight
raised
his
voice
instead
.
"
Joffrey
is
the
black
worm
eating
the
heart
of
the
realm
!
Darkness
was
his
father
,
and
death
his
mother
!
Destroy
him
before
he
corrupts
you
all
!
Destroy
them
all
,
queen
whore
and
king
worm
,
vile
dwarf
and
whispering
spider
,
the
false
flowers
.
Save
yourselves
!
"
One
of
the
gold
cloaks
knocked
the
man
off
his
feet
,
but
he
continued
to
shout
.
"
The
scouring
fire
will
come
!
King
Stannis
will
return
!
"
Joffrey
lurched
to
his
feet
.
"
I
’
m
king
!
Kill
him
!
Kill
him
now
!
I
command
it
.
"
He
chopped
down
with
his
hand
,
a
furious
,
angry
gesture
.
.
.
and
screeched
in
pain
when
his
arm
brushed
against
one
of
the
sharp
metal
fangs
that
surrounded
him
.
The
bright
crimson
samite
of
his
sleeve
turned
a
darker
shade
of
red
as
his
blood
soaked
through
it
.
"
Mother
!
"
he
wailed
.
With
every
eye
on
the
king
,
somehow
the
man
on
the
floor
wrested
a
spear
away
from
one
of
the
gold
cloaks
,
and
used
it
to
push
himself
back
to
his
feet
.
"
The
throne
denies
him
!
"
he
cried
.
"
He
is
no
king
!
"
Cersei
was
running
toward
the
throne
,
but
Lord
Tywin
remained
still
as
stone
.
He
had
only
to
raise
a
finger
,
and
Ser
Meryn
Trant
moved
forward
with
drawn
sword
.
The
end
was
quick
and
brutal
.
The
gold
cloaks
seized
the
knight
by
the
arms
.
"
No
king
!
"
he
cried
again
as
Ser
Meryn
drove
the
point
of
his
longsword
through
his
chest
.
Joff
fell
into
his
mother
’
s
arms
.
Three
maesters
came
hurrying
forward
,
to
bundle
him
out
through
the
king
’
s
door
.
Then
everyone
began
talking
at
once
.
When
the
gold
cloaks
dragged
off
the
dead
man
,
he
left
a
trail
of
bright
blood
across
the
stone
floor
.
Lord
Baelish
stroked
his
beard
while
Varys
whispered
in
his
ear
.
Will
they
dismiss
us
now
?
Sansa
wondered
.
A
score
of
captives
still
waited
,
though
whether
to
pledge
fealty
or
shout
curses
,
who
could
say
?
Lord
Tywin
rose
to
his
feet
.
"
We
continue
,
"
he
said
in
a
clear
strong
voice
that
silenced
the
murmurs
.
"
Those
who
wish
to
ask
pardon
for
their
treasons
may
do
so
.
We
will
have
no
more
follies
.
"
He
moved
to
the
Iron
Throne
and
there
seated
himself
on
a
step
,
a
mere
three
feet
off
the
floor
.
The
light
outside
the
windows
was
fading
by
the
time
the
session
drew
to
a
close
.
Sansa
felt
limp
with
exhaustion
as
she
made
her
way
down
from
the
gallery
.
She
wondered
how
badly
Joffrey
had
cut
himself
.
They
say
the
Iron
Throne
can
be
perilous
cruel
to
those
who
were
not
meant
to
sit
it
.
Back
in
the
safety
of
her
own
chambers
,
she
hugged
a
pillow
to
her
face
to
muffle
a
squeal
of
joy
.
Oh
,
gods
be
good
,
he
did
it
,
he
put
me
aside
in
front
of
everyone
.
When
a
serving
girl
brought
her
supper
,
she
almost
kissed
her
.
