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Her
body
would
lie
on
the
stones
below
,
broken
and
innocent
,
shaming
all
those
who
had
betrayed
her
.
Sansa
went
so
far
as
to
cross
the
bedchamber
and
throw
open
the
shutters
...
but
then
her
courage
left
her
,
and
she
ran
back
to
her
bed
,
sobbing
.
The
serving
girls
tried
to
talk
to
her
when
they
brought
her
meals
,
but
she
never
answered
them
.
Once
Grand
Maester
Pycelle
came
with
a
box
of
flasks
and
bottles
,
to
ask
if
she
was
ill
.
He
felt
her
brow
,
made
her
undress
,
and
touched
her
all
over
while
her
bedmaid
held
her
down
.
When
he
left
he
gave
her
a
potion
of
honeywater
and
herbs
and
told
her
to
drink
a
swallow
every
night
.
She
drank
it
all
right
then
and
went
back
to
sleep
.
She
dreamt
of
footsteps
on
the
tower
stair
,
an
ominous
scraping
of
leather
on
stone
as
a
man
climbed
slowly
toward
her
bedchamber
,
step
by
step
.
All
she
could
do
was
huddle
behind
her
door
and
listen
,
trembling
,
as
he
came
closer
and
closer
.
It
was
Ser
Ilyn
Payne
,
she
knew
,
coming
for
her
with
Ice
in
his
hand
,
coming
to
take
her
head
.
There
was
no
place
to
run
,
no
place
to
hide
,
no
way
to
bar
the
door
.
Finally
the
footsteps
stopped
and
she
knew
he
was
just
outside
,
standing
there
silent
with
his
dead
eyes
and
his
long
pocked
face
.
That
was
when
she
realized
she
was
naked
.
She
crouched
down
,
trying
to
cover
herself
with
her
hands
,
as
her
door
began
to
swing
open
,
creaking
,
the
point
of
the
greatsword
poking
through
...
She
woke
murmuring
,
"
Please
,
please
,
I
'll
be
good
,
I
'll
be
good
,
please
do
n't
,
"
but
there
was
no
one
to
hear
.
When
they
finally
came
for
her
in
truth
,
Sansa
never
heard
their
footsteps
.
It
was
Joffrey
who
opened
her
door
,
not
Ser
Ilyn
but
the
boy
who
had
been
her
prince
.
She
was
in
bed
,
curled
up
tight
,
her
curtains
drawn
,
and
she
could
not
have
said
if
it
was
noon
or
midnight
.
The
first
thing
she
heard
was
the
slam
of
the
door
.
Then
her
bed
hangings
were
yanked
back
,
and
she
threw
up
a
hand
against
the
sudden
light
and
saw
them
standing
over
her
.
"
You
will
attend
me
in
court
this
afternoon
,
"
Joffrey
said
.
"
See
that
you
bathe
and
dress
as
befits
my
betrothed
.
"
Sandor
Clegane
stood
at
his
shoulder
in
a
plain
brown
doublet
and
green
mantle
,
his
burned
face
hideous
in
the
morning
light
.
Behind
them
were
two
knights
of
the
Kingsguard
in
long
white
satin
cloaks
.
Sansa
drew
her
blanket
up
to
her
chin
to
cover
herself
.
"
No
,
"
she
whimpered
,
"
please
...
leave
me
be
.
"
"
If
you
wo
n't
rise
and
dress
yourself
,
my
Hound
will
do
it
for
you
,
"
Joffrey
said
.
"
I
beg
of
you
,
my
prince
...
"
"
I
'm
king
now
.
Dog
,
get
her
out
of
bed
.
"
