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Joffrey
stiffened
beside
her
.
"
Have
a
care
how
you
address
my
betrothed
.
"
"
I
can
answer
,
"
Sansa
said
quickly
,
to
quell
her
prince
's
anger
.
She
smiled
at
the
green
knight
.
"
Your
helmet
bears
golden
antlers
,
my
lord
.
The
stag
is
the
sigil
of
the
royal
House
.
King
Robert
has
two
brothers
.
By
your
extreme
youth
,
you
can
only
be
Renly
Baratheon
,
Lord
of
Storm
's
End
and
councillor
to
the
king
,
and
so
I
name
you
.
"
Ser
Barristan
chuckled
.
"
By
his
extreme
youth
,
he
can
only
be
a
prancing
jackanapes
,
and
so
I
name
him
.
"
There
was
general
laughter
,
led
by
Lord
Renly
himself
.
The
tension
of
a
few
moments
ago
was
gone
,
and
Sansa
was
beginning
to
feel
comfortable
...
until
Ser
Ilyn
Payne
shouldered
two
men
aside
,
and
stood
before
her
,
unsmiling
.
He
did
not
say
a
word
.
Lady
bared
her
teeth
and
began
to
growl
,
a
low
rumble
full
of
menace
,
but
this
time
Sansa
silenced
the
wolf
with
a
gentle
hand
to
the
head
.
"
I
am
sorry
if
I
offended
you
,
Ser
Ilyn
,
"
she
said
.
She
waited
for
an
answer
,
but
none
came
.
As
the
headsman
looked
at
her
,
his
pale
colorless
eyes
seemed
to
strip
the
clothes
away
from
her
,
and
then
the
skin
,
leaving
her
soul
naked
before
him
.
Still
silent
,
he
turned
and
walked
away
.
Sansa
did
not
understand
.
She
looked
at
her
prince
.
"
Did
I
say
something
wrong
,
Your
Grace
?
Why
will
he
not
speak
to
me
?
"
"
Ser
Ilyn
has
not
been
feeling
talkative
these
past
fourteen
years
,
"
Lord
Renly
commented
with
a
sly
smile
.
Joffrey
gave
his
uncle
a
look
of
pure
loathing
,
then
took
Sansa
's
hands
in
his
own
.
"
Aerys
Targaryen
had
his
tongue
ripped
out
with
hot
pincers
.
"
"
He
speaks
most
eloquently
with
his
sword
,
however
,
"
the
queen
said
,
"
and
his
devotion
to
our
realm
is
unquestioned
.
"
Then
she
smiled
graciously
and
said
,
"
Sansa
,
the
good
councillors
and
I
must
speak
together
until
the
king
returns
with
your
father
.
I
fear
we
shall
have
to
postpone
your
day
with
Myrcella
.
Please
give
your
sweet
sister
my
apologies
.
Joffrey
,
perhaps
you
would
be
so
kind
as
to
entertain
our
guest
today
.
"
"
It
would
be
my
pleasure
,
Mother
,
"
Joffrey
said
very
formally
.
