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King
Joffrey
leaned
forward
,
hands
grasping
the
arms
of
the
throne
.
Broken
sword
points
fanned
out
between
his
fingers
.
"
He
said
I
was
n't
the
king
.
Why
did
he
say
that
?
"
"
His
leg
was
broken
,
"
Sansa
replied
eagerly
.
"
It
hurt
ever
so
much
,
Maester
Pycelle
was
giving
him
milk
of
the
poppy
,
and
they
say
that
milk
of
the
poppy
fills
your
head
with
clouds
.
Otherwise
he
would
never
have
said
it
.
"
Varys
said
,
"
A
child
's
faith
...
such
sweet
innocence
...
and
yet
,
they
say
wisdom
oft
comes
from
the
mouths
of
babes
.
"
"
Treason
is
treason
,
"
Pycelle
replied
at
once
.
Joffrey
rocked
restlessly
on
the
throne
.
"
Mother
?
"
Cersei
Lannister
considered
Sansa
thoughtfully
.
"
If
Lord
Eddard
were
to
confess
his
crime
,
"
she
said
at
last
,
"
we
would
know
he
had
repented
his
folly
.
"
Joffrey
pushed
himself
to
his
feet
.
Please
,
Sansa
thought
,
please
,
please
,
be
the
king
I
know
you
are
,
good
and
kind
and
noble
,
please
.
"
Do
you
have
any
more
to
say
?
"
he
asked
her
.
"
Only
...
that
as
you
love
me
,
you
do
me
this
kindness
,
my
prince
,
"
Sansa
said
.
King
Joffrey
looked
her
up
and
down
.
"
Your
sweet
words
have
moved
me
,
"
he
said
gallantly
,
nodding
,
as
if
to
say
all
would
be
well
.
"
I
shall
do
as
you
ask
...
but
first
your
father
has
to
confess
.
He
has
to
confess
and
say
that
I
'm
the
king
,
or
there
will
be
no
mercy
for
him
"
"
He
will
,
"
Sansa
said
,
heart
soaring
.
"
Oh
,
I
know
he
will
.
"
