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dismissed the court, she fled the balcony, only to find Joffrey waiting for her at the base of the curving stairs. The Hound was with him, and Ser Meryn as well. The young king examined her critically, top to bottom. “You look much better than you did.”
    â€œThank you, Your Grace,” Sansa said. Hollow words, but they made him nod and smile.
    â€œWalk with me,” Joffrey commanded, offering her his arm. She had no choice but to take it. The touch of his hand would have thrilled her once; now it made her flesh crawl. “My name day will be here soon,” Joffrey said as they slipped out the rear of the throne room. “There will be a great feast, and gifts. What are you going to give me?”
    â€œI … I had not thought, my lord.”
    â€œYour Grace,”
he said sharply. “You truly are a stupid girl, aren’t you? My mother says so.”
    â€œShe does?” After all that had happened, his words should have lost their power to hurt her, yet somehow they had not. The queen had always been so kind to her.
    â€œOh, yes. She worries about our children, whether they’ll be stupid like you, but I told her not to trouble herself.” The king gestured, and Ser Meryn opened a door for them.
    â€œThank you, Your Grace,” she murmured.
The Hound was right
, she thought,
I am only a little bird, repeating the words they taught me
. The sun had fallen below the western wall, and the stones of the Red Keep glowed dark as blood.
    â€œI’ll get you with child as soon as you’re able,” Joffrey said as he escorted her across the practice yard. “If the first one is stupid, I’ll chop off your head and find a smarter wife. When do you think you’ll be able to have children?”
    Sansa could not look at him, he shamed her so. “Septa Mordane says most … most highborn girls have their flowering at twelve or thirteen.”
    Joffrey nodded. “This way.” He led her into the gatehouse, to the base of the steps that led up to the battlements.
    Sansa jerked back away from him, trembling. Suddenly she knew where they were going.
“No,”
she said, her voice a frightened gasp. “Please, no, don’t make me, I beg you …”
    Joffrey pressed his lips together. “I want to show you what happens to traitors.”
    Sansa shook her head wildly. “I won’t. I
won’t.”
    â€œI can have Ser Meryn drag you up,” he said. “You won’t like that. You had better do what I say.” Joffreyreached for her, and Sansa cringed away from him, backing into the Hound.
    â€œDo it, girl,” Sandor Clegane told her, pushing her back toward the king. His mouth twitched on the burned side of his face and Sansa could almost hear the rest of it.
He'll have you up there no matter what, so give him what he wants
.
    She forced herself to take King Joffrey’s hand. The climb was something out of a nightmare; every step was a struggle, as if she were pulling her feet out of ankle-deep mud, and there were more steps than she would have believed, a thousand thousand steps, and horror waiting on the ramparts.
    From the high battlements of the gatehouse, the whole world spread out below them. Sansa could see the Great Sept of Baelor on Visenya’s hill, where her father had died. At the other end of the Street of the Sisters stood the fire-blackened ruins of the Dragonpit. To the west, the swollen red sun was half-hidden behind the Gate of the Gods. The salt sea was at her back, and to the south was the fish market and the docks and the swirling torrent of the Blackwater Rush. And to the north …
    She turned that way, and saw only the city, streets and alleys and hills and bottoms and more streets and more alleys and the stone of distant walls. Yet she knew that beyond them was open country, farms and fields and forests, and beyond that, north and north and north again, stood Winterfell.
    â€œWhat are you looking at?” Joffrey said. “This is what I wanted you to see, right here.”
    A thick stone parapet protected the outer edge of the rampart, reaching as high as Sansa’s chin, with crenellations cut into it every five feet for archers. The heads were mounted between the crenels, along the top of the wall, impaled on iron spikes so they faced out over the city. Sansa had noted them the moment she’d stepped out onto the wallwalk, but the river and the