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"
Sweet
Sansa
,
"
Queen
Cersei
said
,
laying
a
soft
hand
on
her
wrist
.
"
Such
a
beautiful
child
.
I
do
hope
you
know
how
much
Joffrey
and
I
love
you
.
"
"
You
do
?
"
Sansa
said
,
breathless
.
Littlefinger
was
forgotten
.
Her
prince
loved
her
.
Nothing
else
mattered
.
The
queen
smiled
.
"
I
think
of
you
almost
as
my
own
daughter
.
And
I
know
the
love
you
bear
for
Joffrey
.
"
She
gave
a
weary
shake
of
her
head
.
"
I
am
afraid
we
have
some
grave
news
about
your
lord
father
.
You
must
be
brave
,
child
.
"
Her
quiet
words
gave
Sansa
a
chill
.
"
What
is
it
?
"
"
Your
father
is
a
traitor
,
dear
,
"
Lord
Varys
said
.
Grand
Maester
Pycelle
lifted
his
ancient
head
.
"
With
my
own
ears
,
I
heard
Lord
Eddard
swear
to
our
beloved
King
Robert
that
he
would
protect
the
young
princes
as
if
they
were
his
own
sons
.
And
yet
the
moment
the
king
was
dead
,
he
called
the
small
council
together
to
steal
Prince
Joffrey
's
rightful
throne
.
"
"
No
,
"
Sansa
blurted
.
"
He
would
n't
do
that
.
He
would
n't
!
"
The
queen
picked
up
a
letter
.
The
paper
was
torn
and
stiff
with
dried
blood
,
but
the
broken
seal
was
her
father
's
,
the
direwolf
stamped
in
pale
wax
.
"
We
found
this
on
the
captain
of
your
household
guard
,
Sansa
.
It
is
a
letter
to
my
late
husband
's
brother
Stannis
,
inviting
him
to
take
the
crown
.
"
"
Please
,
Your
Grace
,
there
's
been
a
mistake
.
"
Sudden
panic
made
her
dizzy
and
faint
.
"
Please
,
send
for
my
father
,
he
'll
tell
you
,
he
would
never
write
such
a
letter
,
the
king
was
his
friend
.
"
