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Sansa

           Sansatouchedherlipstothemetal,thinkingthatshewouldkissanynumberofswordssoonerthanJoffrey.Thegestureseemedtopleasehim,though.Hesheathedthebladewithaflourish."You’llkissitagainwhenIreturn,andtastemyuncle’sblood."

           OnlyifoneofyourKingsguardkillshimforyou.ThreeoftheWhiteSwordswouldgowithJoffreyandhisuncle:SerMeryn,SerMandon,andSerOsmundKettleblack."Willyouleadyourknightsintobattle?"Sansaasked,hoping.

           "Iwould,butmyuncletheImpsaysmyuncleStanniswillnevercrosstheriver.I’llcommandtheThreeWhores,though.I’mgoingtoseetothetraitorsmyself."TheprospectmadeJoffsmile.Hisplumppinklipsalwaysmadehimlookpouty.Sansahadlikedthatonce,butnowitmadehersick.

           "TheysaymybrotherRobbalwaysgoeswherethefightingisthickest,"shesaidrecklessly."Thoughhe’solderthanYourGrace,tobesure.Amangrown."

           Thatmadehimfrown."I’lldealwithyourbrotherafterI’mdonewithmytraitoruncle.I’llguthimwithHearteater,you’llsee."Hewheeledhishorseaboutandspurredtowardthegate.SerMerynandSerOsmundfellintohisrightandleft,thegoldcloaksfollowingfourabreast.TheImpandSerMandonMoorebroughtuptherear.Theguardssawthemoffwithshoutsandcheers.Whenthelastwasgone,asuddenstillnesssettledovertheyard,likethehushbeforeastorm.

           Throughthequiet,thesingingpulledather.

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