Sansa

           Hewouldn’tsendSerLoras,"SansatoldJeynePoolethatnightastheysharedacoldsupperbylamplight."Ithinkitwasbecauseofhisleg."

           LordEddardhadtakenhissupperinhisbedchamberwithAlyn,Harwin,andVayonPoole,thebettertoresthisbrokenleg,andSeptaMordanehadcomplainedofsorefeetafterstandinginthegalleryallday.Aryawassupposedtojointhem,butshewaslatecomingbackfromherdancinglesson.

           "Hisleg?"Jeynesaiduncertainly.Shewasapretty,dark-hairedgirlofSansa’sownage."DidSerLorashurthisleg?"

           "Nothisleg,"Sansasaid,nibblingdelicatelyatachickenleg."Father’sleg,silly.Ithurtshimeversomuch,itmakeshimcross.OtherwiseI’mcertainhewouldhavesentSerLoras."

           Herfather’sdecisionstillbewilderedher.WhentheKnightofFlowershadspokenup,she’dbeensureshewasabouttoseeoneofOldNan’sstoriescometolife.SerGregorwasthemonsterandSerLorasthetrueherowhowouldslayhim.Heevenlookedatruehero,soslimandbeautiful,withgoldenrosesaroundhisslenderwaistandhisrichbrownhairtumblingdownintohiseyes.AndthenFatherhadrefusedhim!Ithadupsethermorethanshecouldtell.ShehadsaidasmuchtoSeptaMordaneastheydescendedthestairsfromthegallery,buttheseptahadonlytoldheritwasnotherplacetoquestionherlordfather’sdecisions.

           ThatwaswhenLordBaelishhadsaid,"Oh,Idon’tknow,Septa.Someofherlordfather’sdecisionscoulddowithabitofquestioning.

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