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She
went
to
sleep
wondering
,
restless
,
and
fearful
.
Was
her
beautiful
Joffrey
the
king
now
?
Or
had
they
killed
him
too
?
She
was
afraid
for
him
,
and
for
her
father
.
If
only
they
would
tell
her
what
was
happening
...
That
night
Sansa
dreamt
of
Joffrey
on
the
throne
,
with
herself
seated
beside
him
in
a
gown
of
woven
gold
.
She
had
a
crown
on
her
head
,
and
everyone
she
had
ever
known
came
before
her
,
to
bend
the
knee
and
say
their
courtesies
.
The
next
morning
,
the
morning
of
the
third
day
,
Ser
Boros
Blount
of
the
Kingsguard
came
to
escort
her
to
the
queen
.
Ser
Boros
was
an
ugly
man
with
a
broad
chest
and
short
,
bandy
legs
.
His
nose
was
flat
,
his
cheeks
baggy
with
jowls
,
his
hair
grey
and
brittle
.
Today
he
wore
white
velvet
,
and
his
snowy
cloak
was
fastened
with
a
lion
brooch
.
The
beast
had
the
soft
sheen
of
gold
,
and
his
eyes
were
tiny
rubies
.
"
You
look
very
handsome
and
splendid
this
morning
,
Ser
Boros
,
"
Sansa
told
him
.
A
lady
remembered
her
courtesies
,
and
she
was
resolved
to
be
a
lady
no
matter
what
.
"
And
you
,
my
lady
,
"
Ser
Boros
said
in
a
flat
voice
.
"
Her
Grace
awaits
.
Come
with
me
.
"
There
were
guards
outside
her
door
,
Lannister
men-at-arms
in
crimson
cloaks
and
lion-crested
helms
.
Sansa
made
herself
smile
at
them
pleasantly
and
bid
them
a
good
morning
as
she
passed
.
It
was
the
first
time
she
had
been
allowed
outside
the
chamber
since
Ser
Arys
Oakheart
had
led
her
there
two
mornings
past
.
"
To
keep
you
safe
,
my
sweet
one
,
"
Queen
Cersei
had
told
her
.
"
Joffrey
would
never
forgive
me
if
anything
happened
to
his
precious
.
"
Sansa
had
expected
that
Ser
Boros
would
escort
her
to
the
royal
apartments
,
but
instead
he
led
her
out
of
Maegor
's
Holdfast
.
The
bridge
was
down
again
.
Some
workmen
were
lowering
a
man
on
ropes
into
the
depths
of
the
dry
moat
.
When
Sansa
peered
down
,
she
saw
a
body
impaled
on
the
huge
iron
spikes
below
.
She
averted
her
eyes
quickly
,
afraid
to
ask
,
afraid
to
look
too
long
,
afraid
he
might
be
someone
she
knew
.
They
found
Queen
Cersei
in
the
council
chambers
,
seated
at
the
head
of
a
long
table
littered
with
papers
,
candles
,
and
blocks
of
sealing
wax
.
The
room
was
as
splendid
as
any
that
Sansa
had
ever
seen
.
She
stared
in
awe
at
the
carved
wooden
screen
and
the
twin
sphinxes
that
sat
beside
the
door
.
"
Your
Grace
,
"
Ser
Boros
said
when
they
were
ushered
inside
by
another
of
the
Kingsguard
,
Ser
Mandon
of
the
curiously
dead
face
,
"
I
've
brought
the
girl
.
"
