She chose a simple dress of dark grey wool, plainly cut but richly embroidered1 around the collarand sleeves. Her fingers felt thick and clumsy as she struggled with the silver fastenings without thebenefit of servants. Jeyne Poole had been confined with her, but Jeyne was useless. Her face waspuffy from all her crying, and she could not seem to stop sobbing2 about her father.
“I’m certain your father is well,” Sansa told her when she had finally gotten the dress buttonedright. “I’ll ask the queen to let you see him.” She thought that kindness might lift Jeyne’s spirits, butthe other girl just looked at her with red, swollen4 eyes and began to cry all the harder. She was such achild.
Sansa had wept too, the first day. Even within the stout5 walls of Maegor’s Holdfast, with her doorclosed and barred, it was hard not to be terrified when the killing6 began. She had grown up to thesound of steel in the yard, and scarcely a day of her life had passed without hearing the clash of swordon sword, yet somehow knowing that the fighting was real made all the difference in the world. Sheheard it as she had never heard it before, and there were other sounds as well, grunts7 of pain, angrycurses, shouts for help, and the moans of wounded and dying men. In the songs, the knights9 neverscreamed nor begged for mercy.
So she wept, pleading through her door for them to tell her what was happening, calling for herfather, for Septa Mordane, for the king, for her gallant10 prince. If the men guarding her heard her pleas,they gave no answer. The only time the door opened was late that night, when they thrust Jeyne Pooleinside, bruised11 and shaking. “They’re killing everyone,” the steward12’s daughter had shrieked13 at her.
She went on and on. The Hound had broken down her door with a warhammer, she said. There werebodies on the stair of the Tower of the Hand, and the steps were slick with blood. Sansa dried her owntears as she struggled to comfort her friend. They went to sleep in the same bed, cradled in eachother’s arms like sisters.
The second day was even worse. The room where Sansa had been confined was at the top of thehighest tower of Maegor’s Holdfast. From its window, she could see that the heavy iron portcullis inthe gatehouse was down, and the drawbridge drawn14 up over the deep dry moat that separated thekeep-within-a-keep from the larger castle that surrounded it. Lannister guardsmen prowled the wallswith spears and crossbows to hand. The fighting was over, and the silence of the grave had settledover the Red Keep. The only sounds were Jeyne Poole’s endless whimpers and sobs15.
They were fed—hard cheese and fresh-baked bread and milk to break their fast, roast chicken andgreens at midday, and a late supper of beef and barley16 stew—but the servants who brought the mealswould not answer Sansa’s questions. That evening, some women brought her clothes from the Towerof the Hand, and some of Jeyne’s things as well, but they seemed nearly as frightened as Jeyne, andwhen she tried to talk to them, they fled from her as if she had the grey plague. The guards outside thedoor still refused to let them leave the room.
“Please, I need to speak to the queen again,” Sansa told them, as she told everyone she saw thatday. “She’ll want to talk to me, I know she will. Tell her I want to see her, please. If not the queen,then Prince Joffrey, if you’d be so kind. We’re to marry when we’re older.”
At sunset on the second day, a great bell began to ring. Its voice was deep and sonorous17, and thelong slow clanging filled Sansa with a sense of dread18. The ringing went on and on, and after a while they heard other bells answering from the Great Sept of Baelor on Visenya’s Hill. The soundrumbled across the city like thunder, warning of the storm to come.
a’s Hill. The soundrumbled across the city like thunder, warning of the storm to come.
“What is it?” Jeyne asked, covering her ears. “Why are they ringing the bells?”
“The king is dead.” Sansa could not say how she knew it, yet she did. The slow, endless clangingfilled their room, as mournful as a dirge19. Had some enemy stormed the castle and murdered KingRobert? Was that the meaning of the fighting they had heard?
She went to sleep wondering, restless, and fearful. Was her beautiful Joffrey the king now? Or hadthey killed him too? She was afraid for him, and for her father. If only they would tell her what washappening …That night Sansa dreamt of Joffrey on the throne, with herself seated beside him in a gown ofwoven gold. She had a crown on her head, and everyone she had ever known came before her, tobend the knee and say their courtesies.
The next morning, the morning of the third day, Ser Boros Blount of the Kingsguard came to escorther to the queen.
Ser Boros was an ugly man with a broad chest and short, bandy legs. His nose was flat, his cheeksbaggy with jowls, his hair grey and brittle20. Today he wore white velvet21, and his snowy cloak wasfastened with a lion brooch. The beast had the soft sheen of gold, and his eyes were tiny rubies22. “Youlook very handsome and splendid this morning, Ser Boros,” Sansa told him. A lady remembered hercourtesies, and she was resolved to be a lady no matter what.
“And you, my lady,” Ser Boros said in a flat voice. “Her Grace awaits. Come with me.”
There were guards outside her door, Lannister men-at-arms in crimson23 cloaks and lion-crestedhelms. Sansa made herself smile at them pleasantly and bid them a good morning as she passed. Itwas the first time she had been allowed outside the chamber25 since Ser Arys Oakheart had led herthere two mornings past. “To keep you safe, my sweet one,” Queen Cersei had told her. “Joffreywould never forgive me if anything happened to his precious.”
Sansa had expected that Ser Boros would escort her to the royal apartments, but instead he led herout of Maegor’s Holdfast. The bridge was down again. Some workmen were lowering a man on ropesinto the depths of the dry moat. When Sansa peered down, she saw a body impaled26 on the huge ironspikes below. She averted27 her eyes quickly, afraid to ask, afraid to look too long, afraid he might besomeone she knew.
They found Queen Cersei in the council chambers28, seated at the head of a long table littered withpapers, candles, and blocks of sealing wax. The room was as splendid as any that Sansa had everseen. She stared in awe29 at the carved wooden screen and the twin sphinxes that sat beside the door.
“Your Grace,” Ser Boros said when they were ushered30 inside by another of the Kingsguard, SerMandon of the curiously31 dead face, “I’ve brought the girl.”
Sansa had hoped Joffrey might be with her. Her prince was not there, but three of the king’scouncillors were. Lord Petyr Baelish sat on the queen’s left hand, Grand Maester Pycelle at the end ofthe table, while Lord Varys hovered32 over them, smelling flowery. All of them were clad in black, sherealized with a feeling of dread. Mourning clothes …The queen wore a high-collared black silk gown, with a hundred dark red rubies sewn into herbodice, covering her from neck to bosom33. They were cut in the shape of teardrops, as if the queenwere weeping blood. Cersei smiled to see her, and Sansa thought it was the sweetest and saddestsmile she had ever seen. “Sansa, my sweet child,” she said, “I know you’ve been asking for me. I’msorry that I could not send for you sooner. Matters have been very unsettled, and I have not had amoment. I trust my people have been taking good care of you?”
“Everyone has been very sweet and pleasant, Your Grace, thank you ever so much for asking,”
Sansa said politely. “Only, well, no one will talk to us or tell us what’s happened …”
“Us?” Cersei seemed puzzled.
“We put the steward’s girl in with her,” Ser Boros said. “We did not know what else to do withher.”
The queen frowned. “Next time, you will ask,” she said, her voice sharp. “The gods only knowwhat sort of tales she’s been filling Sansa’s head with.”
“Jeyne’s scared,” Sansa said. “She won’t stop crying. I promised her I’d ask if she could see herfather.”
Old Grand Maester Pycelle lowered his eyes.
“Her father is well, isn’t he?” Sansa said anxiously. She knew there had been fighting, but surelyno one would harm a steward. Vayon Poole did not even wear a sword.
Queen Cersei looked at each of the councillors in turn. “I won’t have Sansa fretting34 needlessly.
What shall we do with this little friend of hers, my lords?”
Lord Petyr leaned forward. “I’ll find a place for her.”
“Not in the city,” said the queen.
“Do you take me for a fool?”
The queen ignored that. “Ser Boros, escort this girl to Lord Petyr’s apartments and instruct hispeople to keep her there until he comes for her. Tell her that Littlefinger will be taking her to see herfather, that ought to calm her down. I want her gone before Sansa returns to her chamber.”
“As you command, Your Grace,” Ser Boros said. He bowed deeply, spun35 on his heel, and took hisleave, his long white cloak stirring the air behind him.
Sansa was confused. “I don’t understand,” she said. “Where is Jeyne’s father? Why can’t Ser Borostake her to him instead of Lord Petyr having to do it?” She had promised herself she would be a lady,gentle as the queen and as strong as her mother, the Lady Catelyn, but all of a sudden she was scaredagain. For a second she thought she might cry. “Where are you sending her? She hasn’t done anythingwrong, she’s a good girl.”
“She’s upset you,” the queen said gently. “We can’t be having that. Not another word, now. LordBaelish will see that Jeyne’s well taken care of, I promise you.” She patted the chair beside her. “Sitdown, Sansa. I want to talk to you.”
Sansa seated herself beside the queen. Cersei smiled again, but that did not make her feel any lessanxious. Varys was wringing36 his soft hands together, Grand Maester Pycelle kept his sleepy eyes onthe papers in front of him, but she could feel Littlefinger staring. Something about the way the smallman looked at her made Sansa feel as though she had no clothes on. Goose bumps pimpled37 her skin.
“Sweet Sansa,” Queen Cersei said, laying a soft hand on her wrist. “Such a beautiful child. I dohope you know how much Joffrey and I love you.”
“You do?” Sansa said, breathless. Littlefinger was forgotten. Her prince loved her. Nothing elsemattered.
The queen smiled. “I think of you almost as my own daughter. And I know the love you bear forJoffrey.” She gave a weary shake of her head. “I am afraid we have some grave news about your lordfather. You must be brave, child.”
Her quiet words gave Sansa a chill. “What is it?”
“Your father is a traitor38, dear,” Lord Varys said.
Grand Maester Pycelle lifted his ancient head. “With my own ears, I heard Lord Eddard swear toour beloved King Robert that he would protect the young princes as if they were his own sons. Andyet the moment the king was dead, he called the small council together to steal Prince Joffrey’srightful throne.”
“No,” Sansa blurted39. “He wouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t!”
The queen picked up a letter. The paper was torn and stiff with dried blood, but the broken seal washer father’s, the direwolf stamped in pale wax. “We found this on the captain of your householdguard, Sansa. It is a letter to my late husband’s brother Stannis, inviting40 him to take the crown.”
“Please, Your Grace, there’s been a mistake.” Sudden panic made her dizzy and faint. “Please,send for my father, he’ll tell you, he would never write such a letter, the king was his friend.”
“Robert thought so,” said the queen. “This betrayal would have broken his heart. The gods arekind, that he did not live to see it.” She sighed. “Sansa, sweetling, you must see what a dreadfulposition this has left us in. You are innocent of any wrong, we all know that, and yet you are thedaughter of a traitor. How can I allow you to marry my son?”
“But I love him,” Sansa wailed41, confused and frightened. What did they mean to do to her? Whathad they done to her father? It was not supposed to happen this way. She had to wed24 Joffrey, theywere betrothed42, he was promised to her, she had even dreamed about it. It wasn’t fair to take himaway from her on account of whatever her father might have done.
“How well I know that, child,” Cersei said, her voice so kind and sweet. “Why else should youhave come to me and told me of your father’s plan to send you away from us, if not for love?”
“It was for love,” Sansa said in a rush. “Father wouldn’t even give me leave to say farewell.” She was the good girl, the obedient girl, but she had felt as wicked as Arya that morning, sneaking43 awayfrom Septa Mordane, defying her lord father. She had never done anything so willful before, and shewould never have done it then if she hadn’t loved Joffrey as much as she did. “He was going to takeme back to Winterfell and marry me to some hedge knight8, even though it was Joff I wanted. I toldhim, but he wouldn’t listen.” The king had been her last hope. The king could command Father to lether stay in King’s Landing and marry Prince Joffrey, Sansa knew he could, but the king had alwaysfrightened her. He was loud and rough-voiced and drunk as often as not, and he would probably havejust sent her back to Lord Eddard, if they even let her see him. So she went to the queen instead, andpoured out her heart, and Cersei had listened and thanked her sweetly … only then Ser Arys hadescorted her to the high room in Maegor’s Holdfast and posted guards, and a few hours later, thefighting had begun outside. “Please,” she finished, “you have to let me marry Joffrey, I’ll be ever sogood a wife to him, you’ll see. I’ll be a queen just like you, I promise.”
dhim, but he wouldn’t listen.” The king had been her last hope. The king could command Father to lether stay in King’s Landing and marry Prince Joffrey, Sansa knew he could, but the king had alwaysfrightened her. He was loud and rough-voiced and drunk as often as not, and he would probably havejust sent her back to Lord Eddard, if they even let her see him. So she went to the queen instead, andpoured out her heart, and Cersei had listened and thanked her sweetly … only then Ser Arys hadescorted her to the high room in Maegor’s Holdfast and posted guards, and a few hours later, thefighting had begun outside. “Please,” she finished, “you have to let me marry Joffrey, I’ll be ever sogood a wife to him, you’ll see. I’ll be a queen just like you, I promise.”
Queen Cersei looked to the others. “My lords of the council, what do you say to her plea?”
“The poor child,” murmured Varys. “A love so true and innocent, Your Grace, it would be cruelto deny it … and yet, what can we do? Her father stands condemned44.” His soft hands washed eachother in a gesture of helpless distress45.
“A child born of traitor’s seed will find that betrayal comes naturally to her,” said Grand MaesterPycelle. “She is a sweet thing now, but in ten years, who can say what treasons she may hatch?”
“No,” Sansa said, horrified46. “I’m not, I’d never … I wouldn’t betray Joffrey, I love him, I swearit, I do.”
“Oh, so poignant,” said Varys. “And yet, it is truly said that blood runs truer than oaths.”
“She reminds me of the mother, not the father,” Lord Petyr Baelish said quietly. “Look at her. Thehair, the eyes. She is the very image of Cat at the same age.”
The queen looked at her, troubled, and yet Sansa could see kindness in her clear green eyes.
“Child,” she said, “if I could truly believe that you were not like your father, why nothing shouldplease me more than to see you wed to my Joffrey. I know he loves you with all his heart.” Shesighed. “And yet, I fear that Lord Varys and the Grand Maester have the right of it. The blood willtell. I have only to remember how your sister set her wolf on my son.”
“I’m not like Arya,” Sansa blurted. “She has the traitor’s blood, not me. I’m good, ask SeptaMordane, she’ll tell you, I only want to be Joffrey’s loyal and loving wife.”
She felt the weight of Cersei’s eyes as the queen studied her face. “I believe you mean it, child.”
She turned to face the others. “My lords, it seems to me that if the rest of her kin3 were to remain loyalin this terrible time, that would go a long way toward laying our fears to rest.”
Grand Maester Pycelle stroked his huge soft beard, his wide brow furrowed47 in thought. “LordEddard has three sons.”
“Mere boys,” Lord Petyr said with a shrug48. “I should be more concerned with Lady Catelyn andthe Tullys.”
The queen took Sansa’s hand in both of hers. “Child, do you know your letters?”
Sansa nodded nervously49. She could read and write better than any of her brothers, although she washopeless at sums.
“I am pleased to hear that. Perhaps there is hope for you and Joffrey still …”
“What do you want me to do?”
“You must write your lady mother, and your brother, the eldest50 … what is his name?”
“Robb,” Sansa said.
“The word of your lord father’s treason will no doubt reach them soon. Better that it should comefrom you. You must tell them how Lord Eddard betrayed his king.”
Sansa wanted Joffrey desperately51, but she did not think she had the courage to do as the queen wasasking. “But he never … I don’t … Your Grace, I wouldn’t know what to say …”
The queen patted her hand. “We will tell you what to write, child. The important thing is that youurge Lady Catelyn and your brother to keep the king’s peace.”
“It will go hard for them if they don’t,” said Grand Maester Pycelle. “By the love you bear them,you must urge them to walk the path of wisdom.”
“Your lady mother will no doubt fear for you dreadfully,” the queen said. “You must tell her thatyou are well and in our care, that we are treating you gently and seeing to your every want. Bid them to come to King’s Landing and pledge their fealty52 to Joffrey when he takes his throne. If they dothat … why, then we shall know that there is no taint53 in your blood, and when you come into theflower of your womanhood, you shall wed the king in the Great Sept of Baelor, before the eyes ofgods and men.”
fgods and men.”
…wed the king … The words made her breath come faster, yet still Sansa hesitated. “Perhaps … ifI might see my father, talk to him about …”
“Treason?” Lord Varys hinted.
“You disappoint me, Sansa,” the queen said, with eyes gone hard as stones. “We’ve told you ofyour father’s crimes. If you are truly as loyal as you say, why should you want to see him?”
“I … I only meant …” Sansa felt her eyes grow wet. “He’s not … please, he hasn’t been … hurt,or … or …”
“Lord Eddard has not been harmed,” the queen said.
“But … what’s to become of him?”
“That is a matter for the king to decide,” Grand Maester Pycelle announced ponderously54.
The king! Sansa blinked back her tears. Joffrey was the king now, she thought. Her gallant princewould never hurt her father, no matter what he might have done. If she went to him and pleaded formercy, she was certain he’d listen. He had to listen, he loved her, even the queen said so. Joff wouldneed to punish Father, the lords would expect it, but perhaps he could send him back to Winterfell, orexile him to one of the Free Cities across the narrow sea. It would only have to be for a few years. Bythen she and Joffrey would be married. Once she was queen, she could persuade Joff to bring Fatherback and grant him a pardon.
Only … if Mother or Robb did anything treasonous, called the banners or refused to swear fealty oranything, it would all go wrong. Her Joffrey was good and kind, she knew it in her heart, but a kinghad to be stern with rebels. She had to make them understand, she had to!
“I’ll … I’ll write the letters,” Sansa told them.
With a smile as warm as the sunrise, Cersei Lannister leaned close and kissed her gently on thecheek. “I knew you would. Joffrey will be so proud when I tell him what courage and good senseyou’ve shown here today.”
In the end, she wrote four letters. To her mother, the Lady Catelyn Stark55, and to her brothers atWinterfell, and to her aunt and her grandfather as well, Lady Lysa Arryn of the Eyrie, and LordHoster Tully of Riverrun. By the time she had done, her fingers were cramped56 and stiff and stainedwith ink. Varys had her father’s seal. She warmed the pale white beeswax over a candle, poured itcarefully, and watched as the eunuch stamped each letter with the direwolf of House Stark.
Jeyne Poole and all her things were gone when Ser Mandon Moore returned Sansa to the hightower of Maegor’s Holdfast. No more weeping, she thought gratefully. Yet somehow it seemed colderwith Jeyne gone, even after she’d built a fire. She pulled a chair close to the hearth57, took down one ofher favorite books, and lost herself in the stories of Florian and Jonquil, of Lady Shella and theRainbow Knight, of valiant58 Prince Aemon and his doomed59 love for his brother’s queen.
It was not until later that night, as she was drifting off to sleep, that Sansa realized she hadforgotten to ask about her sister.
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