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Sansa
already
looked
her
best
.
She
had
brushed
out
her
long
auburn
hair
until
it
shone
,
and
picked
her
nicest
blue
silks
.
She
had
been
looking
forward
to
today
for
more
than
a
week
.
It
was
a
great
honor
to
ride
with
the
queen
,
and
besides
,
Prince
Joffrey
might
be
there
.
Her
betrothed
.
Just
thinking
it
made
her
feel
a
strange
fluttering
inside
,
even
though
they
were
not
to
marry
for
years
and
years
.
Sansa
did
not
really
know
Joffrey
yet
,
but
she
was
already
in
love
with
him
.
He
was
all
she
ever
dreamt
her
prince
should
be
,
tall
and
handsome
and
strong
,
with
hair
like
gold
.
She
treasured
every
chance
to
spend
time
with
him
,
few
as
they
were
.
The
only
thing
that
scared
her
about
today
was
Arya
.
Arya
had
a
way
of
ruining
everything
.
You
never
knew
what
she
would
do
.
"
I
'll
tell
her
,
"
Sansa
said
uncertainly
,
"
but
she
'll
dress
the
way
she
always
does
.
"
She
hoped
it
would
n't
be
too
embarrassing
.
"
May
I
be
excused
?
"
"
You
may
.
"
Septa
Mordane
helped
herself
to
more
bread
and
honey
,
and
Sansa
slid
from
the
bench
.
Lady
followed
at
her
heels
as
she
ran
from
the
inn
's
common
room
.
Outside
,
she
stood
for
a
moment
amidst
the
shouts
and
curses
and
the
creak
of
wooden
wheels
as
the
men
broke
down
the
tents
and
pavilions
and
loaded
the
wagons
for
another
day
's
march
.
The
inn
was
a
sprawling
three-story
structure
of
pale
stone
,
the
biggest
that
Sansa
had
ever
seen
,
but
even
so
,
it
had
accommodations
for
less
than
a
third
of
the
king
's
party
,
which
had
swollen
to
more
than
four
hundred
with
the
addition
of
her
father
's
household
and
the
freeriders
who
had
joined
them
on
the
road
.
She
found
Arya
on
the
banks
of
the
Trident
,
trying
to
hold
Nymeria
still
while
she
brushed
dried
mud
from
her
fur
.
The
direwolf
was
not
enjoying
the
process
.
Arya
was
wearing
the
same
riding
leathers
she
had
worn
yesterday
and
the
day
before
.
"
You
better
put
on
something
pretty
,
"
Sansa
told
her
.
"
Septa
Mordane
said
so
.
We
're
traveling
in
the
queen
's
wheelhouse
with
Princess
Myrcella
today
.
"
"
I
'm
not
,
"
Arya
said
,
trying
to
brush
a
tangle
out
of
Nymeria
's
matted
grey
fur
.
"
Mycah
and
I
are
going
to
ride
upstream
and
look
for
rubies
at
the
ford
.
"
"
Rubies
,
"
Sansa
said
,
lost
.
"
What
rubies
?
"
Arya
gave
her
a
look
like
she
was
so
stupid
.
"
Rhaegar
's
rubies
.
This
is
where
King
Robert
killed
him
and
won
the
crown
.
"
Sansa
regarded
her
scrawny
little
sister
in
disbelief
.
"
You
ca
n't
look
for
rubies
,
the
princess
is
expecting
us
.
The
queen
invited
us
both
.
"
