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"
I
did
n't
do
anything
wrong
,
"
Sansa
pleaded
with
him
.
"
I
do
n't
want
to
go
back
.
"
She
loved
Mng
's
Landing
;
the
pagaentry
of
the
court
,
the
high
lords
and
ladies
in
their
velvets
and
silks
and
gemstones
,
the
great
city
with
all
its
people
.
The
tournament
had
been
the
most
magical
time
of
her
whole
life
,
and
there
was
so
much
she
had
not
seen
yet
,
harvest
feasts
and
masked
balls
and
mummer
shows
.
She
could
not
bear
the
thought
of
losing
it
all
.
"
Send
Arya
away
,
she
started
it
,
Father
,
I
swear
it
.
I
'll
be
good
,
you
'll
see
,
just
let
me
stay
and
I
promise
to
be
as
fine
and
noble
and
courteous
as
the
queen
.
"
Father
's
mouth
twitched
strangely
.
"
Sansa
,
I
'm
not
sending
you
away
for
fighting
,
though
the
gods
know
I
'm
sick
of
you
two
squabbling
.
I
want
you
back
in
Winterfell
for
your
own
safety
.
Three
of
my
men
were
cut
down
like
dogs
not
a
league
from
where
we
sit
,
and
what
does
Robert
do
?
He
goes
hunting
.
"
Arya
was
chewing
at
her
lip
in
that
disgusting
way
she
had
.
"
Can
we
take
Syrio
back
with
us
?
"
"
Who
cares
about
your
stupid
dancing
master
?
"
Sansa
flared
.
"
Father
,
I
only
just
now
remembered
,
I
ca
n't
go
away
,
I
'm
to
marry
Prince
Joffrey
.
"
She
tried
to
smile
bravely
for
him
.
"
I
love
him
,
Father
,
I
truly
truly
do
,
I
love
him
as
much
as
Queen
Naerys
loved
Prince
Aemon
the
Dragonknight
,
as
much
as
Jonquil
loved
Ser
Florian
.
I
want
to
be
his
queen
and
have
his
babies
.
"
"
Sweet
one
,
"
her
father
said
gently
,
"
listen
to
me
.
When
you
're
old
enough
,
I
will
make
you
a
match
with
a
high
lord
who
's
worthy
of
you
,
someone
brave
and
gentle
and
strong
.
This
match
with
Joffrey
was
a
terrible
mistake
.
That
boy
is
no
Prince
Aemon
,
you
must
believe
me
.
"
"
He
is
!
"
Sansa
insisted
.
"
I
do
n't
want
someone
brave
and
gentle
,
I
want
him
.
We
'll
be
ever
so
happy
,
just
like
in
the
songs
,
you
'll
see
.
I
'll
give
him
a
son
with
golden
hair
,
and
one
day
he
'll
be
the
king
of
all
the
realm
,
the
greatest
king
that
ever
was
,
as
brave
as
the
wolf
and
as
proud
as
the
lion
.
"
Arya
made
a
face
.
"
Not
if
Joffrey
's
his
father
,
"
she
said
.
"
He
's
a
liar
and
a
craven
and
anyhow
he
's
a
stag
,
not
a
lion
.
"
Sansa
felt
tears
in
her
eyes
.
"
He
is
not
!
He
's
not
the
least
bit
like
that
old
drunken
king
,
"
she
screamed
at
her
sister
,
forgetting
herself
in
her
grief
.
Father
looked
at
her
strangely
.
"
Gods
,
"
he
swore
softly
,
"
out
of
the
mouth
of
babes
...
"
He
shouted
for
Septa
Mordane
.
To
the
girls
he
said
,
"
I
am
looking
for
a
fast
trading
galley
to
take
you
home
.
These
days
,
the
sea
is
safer
than
the
kingsroad
