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…The taste of innocence. The taste of dreams.

Sweet Summer day. I am Afraid.

They have made me a Lannister, Sansa thought bitterly.

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Joffrey himself was waiting for her on the steps of the castle sept. The king was resplendent in crimson and gold, his crown on his head. ‘I’m your father today,’ he announced.

I don’t want any Lannister, she wanted to say. I want Willas, I want Highgarden and the puppies and the barge, and sons named Eddard and Bran and Rickon. But then she remembered what Dontos had told her in the godswood. Tyrell or Lannister, it makes no matter, it’s not me they want, only my claim. You are kind, my lord, she said, defeated. I am a ward of the throne and my duty is to marry as the king commands.

“It is so easy to be hopeful in the daytime when you can see the things you wish on. But it was night, it stayed night.”

He is as frightened as I am, Sansa realized. Perhaps that should have made her feel more kindly toward him, but it did not. All she felt was pity, and pity was death to desire.

My skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.