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bustling streets and the setting sun were ever so much prettier.
He can make me look at the heads
, she told herself,
but he can’t make me see them
.
    â€œThis one is your father,” he said. “This one here. Dog, turn it around so she can see him.”
    Sandor Clegane took the head by the hair and turnedit. The severed head had been dipped in tar to preserve it longer. Sansa looked at it calmly, not seeing it at all. It did not really look like Lord Eddard, she thought; it did not even look
real
. “How long do I have to look?”
    Joffrey seemed disappointed. “Do you want to see the rest?” There was a long row of them.
    â€œIf it please Your Grace.”
    Joffrey marched her down the wallwalk, past a dozen more heads and two empty spikes. “I’m saving those for my uncle Stannis and my uncle Renly,” he explained. The other heads had been dead and mounted much longer than her father. Despite the tar, most were long past being recognizable. The king pointed to one and said, “That’s your septa there,” but Sansa could not even have told that it was a woman. The jaw had rotted off her face, and birds had eaten one ear and most of a cheek.
    Sansa had wondered what had happened to Septa Mordane, although she supposed she had known all along. “Why did you kill
her?”
she asked. “She was god-sworn …”
    â€œShe was a traitor.” Joffrey looked pouty; somehow she was upsetting him. “You haven’t said what you mean to give me for my name day. Maybe I should give you something instead, would you like that?”
    â€œIf it please you, my lord,” Sansa said.
    When he smiled, she knew he was mocking her. “Your brother is a traitor too, you know.” He turned Septa Mordane’s head back around. “I remember your brother from Winterfell. My dog called him the lord of the wooden sword. Didn’t you, dog?”
    â€œDid I?” the Hound replied. “I don’t recall.”
    Joffrey gave a petulant shrug. “Your brother defeated my uncle Jaime. My mother says it was treachery and deceit. She wept when she heard. Women are all weak, even her, though she pretends she isn’t. She says we need to stay in King’s Landing in case my other uncles attack, but I don’t care. After my name day feast, I’m going to raise a host and kill your brother myself. That’s what I’ll give you, Lady Sansa. Your brother’s head.”
    A kind of madness took over her then, and she heard herself say, “Maybe my brother will give me
your
head.”
    Joffrey scowled. “You must never mock me like that.A true wife does not mock her lord. Ser Meryn, teach her.”
    This time the knight grasped her beneath the jaw and held her head still as he struck her. He hit her twice, left to right, and harder, right to left. Her lip split and blood ran down her chin, to mingle with the salt of her tears.
    â€œYou shouldn’t be crying all the time,” Joffrey told her. “You’re more pretty when you smile and laugh.”
    Sansa made herself smile, afraid that he would have Ser Meryn hit her again if she did not, but it was no good, the king still shook his head. “Wipe off the blood, you’re all messy.”
    The outer parapet came up to her chin, but along the inner edge of the walk was nothing, nothing but a long plunge to the bailey seventy or eighty feet below. All it would take was a shove, she told herself. He was standing right there, right
there
, smirking at her with those fat wormlips.
You could do it
, she told herself.
You could. Do it right now
. It wouldn’t even matter if she went over with him. It wouldn’t matter at all.
    â€œHere, girl.” Sandor Clegane knelt before her,
between
her and Joffrey. With a delicacy surprising in such a big man, he dabbed at the blood welling from her broken lip.
    The moment was gone. Sansa lowered her eyes. “Thank you,” she said when he was done. She was a good girl, and always remembered her courtesies.

DAENERYS
    W ings shadowed her fever dreams.
    â€œYou don’t want to wake the dragon, do you?”
    She was walking down a long hall beneath high stone arches. She could not look behind her,
must
not look behind her. There was a door ahead of her, tiny with distance, but even from afar, she saw that it was painted red. She walked faster, and her bare feet left bloody footprints on the