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Sansa

           Whentheyfinallycameforherintruth,Sansaneverheardtheirfootsteps.ItwasJoffreywhoopenedherdoor,notSerIlynbuttheboywhohadbeenherprince.Shewasinbed,curleduptight,hercurtainsdrawn,andshecouldnothavesaidifitwasnoonormidnight.Thefirstthingsheheardwastheslamofthedoor.Thenherbedhangingswereyankedback,andshethrewupahandagainstthesuddenlightandsawthemstandingoverher.

           "Youwillattendmeincourtthisafternoon,"Joffreysaid."Seethatyoubatheanddressasbefitsmybetrothed."SandorCleganestoodathisshoulderinaplainbrowndoubletandgreenmantle,hisburnedfacehideousinthemorninglight.BehindthemweretwoknightsoftheKingsguardinlongwhitesatincloaks.

           Sansadrewherblanketuptoherchintocoverherself."No,"shewhimpered,"please...leavemebe."

           "Ifyouwon’triseanddressyourself,myHoundwilldoitforyou,"Joffreysaid.

           "Ibegofyou,myprince..."

           "I’mkingnow.Dog,getheroutofbed."

           SandorCleganescoopedheruparoundthewaistandliftedheroffthefeatherbedasshestruggledfeebly.Herblanketfelltothefloor.Underneathshehadonlyathinbedgowntocoverhernakedness."Doasyou’rebid,child,"Cleganesaid."Dress."Hepushedhertowardherwardrobe,almostgently.

           Sansabackedawayfromthem."Ididasthequeenasked,Iwrotetheletters,Iwrotewhatshetoldme.Youpromisedyou’dbemerciful.Please,letmegohome.

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