Chapter 7 Chapter 6 Sansa

The invitation looked so innocent, but every time Sansa read it, her stomach tightened a little.She's about to be queen, beautiful and rich, and everyone's favorite, so why rush to dinner with the traitor's daughter?Unreasonable, she thought, maybe Margaery?Tyrell trying to test a losing competitor?Does she hate me?Think I'm secretly cursing her... Sansa had watched from the castle walls the other day when she had set foot on Aegon's High Hill with her huge procession.In order to welcome his fiancée to the capital to marry, Joffrey went to the King's Gate to meet him himself, and the two walked side by side in the cheering crowd.Little Jo wore shining gold armor, and the Tyrell girl looked very charming in a green cloak woven from autumn flowers that fluttered in the wind.She was sixteen, brown-haired, brown-eyed, slender and beautiful.As she passed, the people chanted her name, held up children for her blessing, and scattered countless flower petals around her horse's hooves.Her mother and grandmother followed, seated in a great wheel palace whose sides were carved with a hundred tangled roses, each gilded and gleaming.The common people also cheered and saluted them.

They dragged me off my horse, and if the hounds hadn't come to my rescue, I would have died.Sansa has done nothing wrong to the common people, on the contrary, Margaery Tyrell, who won their love, never even came to the capital.Does she expect me to like her too?Sansa stared at the invitation, thinking silently.It seems that this was indeed written by Margaery herself.Does she want my blessing?It was not known if Joffrey knew about the dinner.She felt that he might be behind the whole incident, and she shuddered when she thought of this.If Joffrey had been the one to do it, he must have had some cruel jokes ready to humiliate the older girl in front of her.Would he order the Kingsguard to undress her again?Last time, his uncle Tyrion had stopped him, and now that the little devil was recovering from a serious injury, it was obviously impossible to save her.

No one will come to my rescue but my Florian.Ser Dontos promises to take her home, but not until Joffrey's wedding night.Everything is arranged, her dear and loyal jester knight promises, and now it is only necessary to be patient and count the days silently... Looks like I'll have to go to the dinner party in silence... Maybe I'm wrong about Margaery Tyrell; maybe this invitation is a gesture of politeness, a simple thought; maybe it's just an ordinary dinner.But this was the Red Keep, and this was King's Landing, and this was the court of King Joffrey I Baratheon, and if there was anything Sansa had learned here, it was that no one could be trusted.

But no matter what she thinks in her heart, she must accept it.She has no status, just the daughter of an outcast traitor, the sister of the rebel leader.She couldn't refuse Joffrey's fiancée. I wish the Hound was with me.On the night of the fierce battle, Sandor Clegane came to her bedroom and wanted to take her out of the city, but Sansa refused.These days, she's been waking up in the middle of the night wondering if she's making the right decisions.She hid his tainted white robe in the cedar box in which his summer silks were kept, but she didn't know why.The Hound was said to be a coward, and at the height of the battle he was so drunk that the Imp had to lead his army in his stead.Sansa understood him, she knew the secret of that half of his burnt face.He is only afraid of fire.That night, the wildfires made the river itself seem to be ablaze, and the sky was full of green flames.Inside the castle, Sansa still felt extremely terrified, but outside...it was simply unimaginable.

With a deep sigh, she took out her quill and ink, and wrote a gracious reply to Margaery Tyrell, accepting the invitation. When the appointed night came, another Kingsguard came to her chambers, a man who was as different from Sandor Clegane as...yes, like flowers from wild dogs.Looking at Ser Loras Tyrell standing over the threshold, Sansa's heart beat faster and faster.It was the first time she had been this close to him since he had led his father's vanguard back to King's Landing.For a moment, she didn't know what to say. "Ser Loras," she said reluctantly, "you... you look handsome."

He smiled confusedly, "Miss, you are really beautiful. Come on, my sister is eagerly looking forward to your visit." "I'm looking forward to it so eagerly." "Not only Margaery, but my grandmother is also waiting for you." He took her hand and led her down the stairs. "Your grandmother?" She could barely walk, speak, or think when Ser Loras touched her hand.Through the silk clothes, she felt the warmth of his hands. "Lady Olenna, she will be at the dinner too." "Oh," Sansa said.He's talking to me, he's close to me, he's holding me, he's touching me. "I see. She's called the Queen of Thorns, isn't she?"

"Yes," laughed Ser Loras.That is the warmest smile in the world, she thought. "Of course, don't say that in person, or you will get stabbed." Sansa blushed.Any fool knows that no woman likes the nickname "Queen of Thorns".Maybe Cersei Lannister is right, I'm a benzene girl.She tried to find wit or something interesting to strike up a conversation with him, but all the fun left her.She wanted to compliment him on his handsomeness, but realized she had already said it. But he is really beautiful.He seemed to have grown taller since the last time they had seen each other, but his softness and grace remained the same, and Sansa had never seen another boy with his wonderful pupils.No, he's not a boy, he's a man, a member of the Kingsguard.She thought he looked much better in white than in the green and gold of the Tyrells.All over the body, the only difference in color comes from the brooch that fastens the cloak, which is a rose of high garden made of soft gold and yellow, with delicate emerald leaves.

Ser Balon Swann was guarding the gates of Maegor's Tower today.He was also white, but not half as handsome as Ser Loras.Walking through the spiked moat, more than 20 men are practicing martial arts in the courtyard.The castle has been very crowded recently, the outer courtyard has already been given over to the guests to set up tents, leaving only the small inner courtyard for training.One of the Redwyne twins had been beaten back by Ser Tallard, and the shield of the hedge knight bore the emblem of the eye.Sir Kenros of Ketch was a stocky man, panting every time he lifted his sword, but managed to hold off Osney Kettleblack, while Osney's brother Osfry took the frog-faced squire Mo Rose Slynt was a good beating, blunt sword or not, but Slynt looked bruised all over.Sansa flinched at the sight.They are preparing for the next war before they have buried the bodies of the previous war.

On the edge of the square, there is a knight with a pair of golden roses embroidered on his shield to resist the attack of three people alone.While they were watching, he struck one of the three on the head, knocking him unconscious. "Is that your brother?" Sansa asked. "Yes, my lady," said Ser Loras. "Garland usually practices with three, or even four. He said that there are very few one-on-one opportunities on the battlefield, so you have to prepare early." "He must have been very brave." "He is a great knight," Ser Loras answered. "Indeed, he is better with the sword than I am, and I am only half as good with the lance."

"Yes, I remember!" Sansa hurriedly said, "I remember your heroic posture on a horse and holding a gun, sir." "Miss, you are really considerate, but when did you see me riding a horse?" "At the prime minister's tourney, don't you remember? You rode a snow-white horse with a thousand different flowers on your armor. You gave me a rose, a red rose, and the ones you threw to the other girls It's a white rose," she said, blushing, "and you say that no great victory is half as beautiful as I am." He smiled gently, "I'm just telling the truth, I believe every discerning man will agree."

He really doesn't remember, Sansa realized to her surprise, he's just flattering and doesn't remember me or Rose or anything.A red rose, not a white rose.She always thought that meant something, that meant everything! "You had just knocked Ser Robal Royce off his horse," she added desperately. He jerked his arm away suddenly. "I killed Robo in Storm's End, Miss." The young knight didn't boast, and there was deep sorrow in his tone. Not only did you kill him, you also killed King Renly's other Rainbow Guard.Sansa had heard it from the washerwoman at the well, but she had forgotten it now. "Lord Renly had just died, hadn't he? How dreadful it must have been for your poor sister. "For Margaery?" His voice was a little unnatural, "...she's okay. She's at Bitterbridge, and she didn't see anything at all." "Even so, when she heard..." Ser Loras's hand brushed lightly over the hilt of his sword, which had a grip of white leather and a pommel of an alabaster rose. "Renly's dead. Rabo is dead. And what's the use of them!?" She staggered back at the sharp tone of his voice. "I... my lord, I... I mean no offense, sir." "Your words do not offend me, Miss Sansa," Loras replied.All goodwill evaporated, and he no longer held her hand. They climbed the winding spiral staircase in deep silence. Oh, why mention Sir Robb?I screwed everything up, Sansa thought, and he's mad at me.She tried to think of something to say in apology, and all the words that could come to her mind were so lame and weak.Shut up, you'll only make things worse, she told herself. Lord Mace Tyrell and his band lived in the long slate-roofed keep behind the royal sept called the Maid's House, where Baelor the Blessed had kept him imprisoned. sisters.For he believed that by not being able to see his sisters, he would not be tempted into lust.Outside the tall and finely carved wooden door stood two guards wearing gold-plated half-helmets and green robes trimmed with gold thread, with the golden rose of Highgarden embroidered on their chests. Both of them were seven feet tall, with broad shoulders and thin waist, and muscular bodies.Sansa took a closer look and found that she couldn't tell each other apart.They had the same strong jaws, the same deep blue eyes, the same thick red beards. "Who are they?" she asked Ser Loras, and could not help but put aside her unhappiness. "My grandmother's personal bodyguard," he told her, "twins, one named Eric and the other named Arik, who simply called them Left and Right because they were difficult to tell apart." Left and right opened the door, and Margaery Tyrell herself ran down the short steps to meet her. "Miss Sansa," she called, "I'm so glad you're here. You're welcome, you're welcome." Sansa knelt at the feet of the future queen, "You have done me a great honor, Your Majesty." "Why don't you call me Margaery? Come on, get up quickly. Loras, help Miss Sansa quickly. By the way, can I call you Sansa?" "If it pleases you." Ser Loras helped her to her feet. Margaery dismissed the knight with a brother-sister kiss and took Sansa's arm, "Come on, my grandmother is waiting for you, she's not very patient." In the fireplace a fire crackled and sweet herbs sprinkled the floor.At the long trestle table sat a dozen or so ladies. Sansa only knew Lord Tyrell's tall, imposing wife, Lady Allerly, with jeweled hoops in her long silver braids.Margaery introduced other people to her: first of all, her three cousins, Maggie, Arlan and Elo, were all about the same age as Sansa; The Fossoways home; the pretty, bright-eyed Lady Leonie, also of the Fossoways, married to Sir Garland; and Sister Nastrika with a drab, pimple-ridden face , but she seemed in high spirits; the fair, elegant Lady Grafford was pregnant, and the Countess of Bulwey was a child herself, not yet eight years old; Merry Mary," she thought at first to be a nickname for Mrs. Mary Weiss, a dark-eyed Myrish beauty with an open personality. Finally, Margaery led her to the white-haired withered old woman at the head of the long table, "I am honored to introduce you to my grandmother, Lady Olenna, the widow of former Lord Rose Tyrell, Duke of Highgarden." ——His voice and smile are our common comfort.” The old woman smelled of rosewater.She looks so small, how could she have thorns? "Kiss me, child," said Lady Olenna, taking Sansa's wrist in a mottled, silky hand. "It's very kind of you to come and dine with me and my stupid hens." Sansa respectfully kissed the old woman's cheek, "No, I should thank you for your kindness, ma'am." "I know your grandfather, Duke Rickard, although we don't know each other very well." "He died before I was born." "Yes, I remember, son. It is said that your grandfather Tully is dying too, Lord Hoster, have they told you? Personally, just a little faster for some. You know that better than most, poor boy. I get it, you're sad and we all feel sorry for your loved ones who have passed away." Sansa glanced at Margaery, "When I heard the news of Lord Renly's death, I was indeed very sad. Your Majesty, what a magnificent man he was." "You are so kind." Margaret said. Her grandmother scoffed, "Yeah, he's stately, he's charming, he's got a good bath. He knows how to dress, how to smile, how to bathe, to conclude that he deserves to be king!" There's something absurd about people, and I think it's part of their Targaryen blood." She blew her nose. "They wanted me to marry a Targaryen, and I wouldn't." "Renly was brave and gentle, my lord," said Margaery. "Father liked him, especially Loras." "Loras was young," said Lady Olenna flatly, "and was good at knocking people off horses with a club, but the sport didn't make him wise. As for your father, I sometimes feel that if I were a country woman It’s all right, so I can hit him with a big wooden spoon and pour all kinds of thoughts into that fat head.” "Mother!" cried Mrs. Ellery. "Shut up, Ellery, don't use that tone. Also, don't call me mother, I'll remember if I ever gave birth to you. Anyway, I didn't say anything about you, I just blamed my son, the demented Duke of Highgarden .” "Grandmother," said Margery, "be careful with your words, or Miss Sansa will think we're a bunch of weirdos." "She'll think we're a funny bunch, at least one of us is, anyway." The old woman turned back in Sansa's direction. "That's treason, I warned him, Robert has two sons , Renly has a brother, how could he ask for that ugly iron chair? Tsk-tsk, tell me, my son, you don't want your sweetheart to be queen? Your House Starks have been kings for generations , the Arryn family and the Lannister family are also, even the Baratheon family is an ancient royal family from the matriarchal count, only the Tyrell family before Aegon the Dragon burned the orthodox King of the Reach in the battle of "Raging Fire". But stewardship. If truth be told, our family's right to Highgarden is a bit flimsy indeed, as the obnoxious Florents often wail. 'What does it matter?' you ask, and no doubt it does, unless It's my son who's such an idiot. The prospect of seeing his grandson sit on the Iron Throne inflates his ego like a... well, what do you call that? Margaery, you're the smartest, do me a favor, tell What's your poor half-deaf old grandmother's name for that weird fish from the Summer Isles that swells tenfold when poked?" "They call it an inflatable fish, Grandma." "That's what it is, and the Summer Isles are not exaggerating. If truth be told, my son should wear an inflatable fish as a coat of arms, preferably with a crown on its head, like the Baratheons on their stag It's the same as above, so it should be enough. If you ask me, I'd say we should keep our distance from such damned folly, and the milk you express can't be poured back into the breast. The Lord Inflatable Fish put Lord Renly on After the crown, our family will have to kneel endlessly and be led by the nose. What do you think of that, Sansa?" Sansa's mouth opened and closed, and she felt like an inflatable fish. "The Tyrells trace back to Garth the Young Hand," was the best she could come up with in a hurry. The Queen of Thorns disagreed, "What's the use? The Florents, the Rowans, the Oakhearts... half of the southern nobles are the same. They all say that Garth is good at sowing and making everything flourish. In my opinion, he used it to sow seeds." It's not just hands." "Sansa," interrupted Mrs. Ellery, "you must be starving. Shall we have roast boar and lemon cake?" "Lemon cake is my favorite," Sansa admits. "Well, we all know," announced Lady Olenna, clearly not intending to shut up. "That Varys guy seems to think we should thank him for this bit of information, and if I'm being honest, I don't know much about the eunuch's mind-set. In my opinion, the most useful parts of him as a man have been cut off. Ellery , did you call for food, or do you want to starve me to death? Here, Sansa, sit next to me, I'm not as annoying as they are. You like to see clowns, don't you?" Sansa smoothed her skirt, and sat down. "Uh... clown, ma'am? You mean... the one with the variegated clothes?" "Today he's wearing a feather jacket. Who do you think I'm talking about? My son? These lovely ladies? No, don't blush, you look like a big pomegranate with your hair. If it's true, everyone's a clown, And the mottled ones are more fun than the crowned ones. Margaery, good boy, call 'Butterbread' in, and let us see Miss Sansa's smile. The rest of you sit down, did I not tell you? The way you look, Sansa must have thought my granddaughter was surrounded by sheep." Butterbread arrived ahead of the meal, a man in a clown suit of green and yellow feathers, with a limp cockscomb in his hair.He was very fat and round, the size of a three-month-old.He rolled into the hall, jumped onto the table, and placed a huge egg right in front of Sansa. "Crack it up, miss," he directed.So she cracked the shell, and out came a dozen or so little yellow chickens, running around. "Catch 'em!" Butterbread yelled.The young Countess of Bulwey stopped one and gave it to Butterbread, who thrust his head up into his fat mouth, and seemed to swallow it in one gulp.When he hiccups, tiny yellow feathers fly from his nose.The Countess of Bulwe wept bitterly, but when she saw the chicken wriggling out of the sleeve of her dress and onto her arm, the tears turned into squeals of joy. The servants brought leek and mushroom broth, and Butterbread juggled, and Lady Olenna leaned forward, leaning her elbows on the table. "Do you know my son, Sansa? Do you know the Lord Inflatable Fish in Highgarden?" "He is a great lord," Sansa replied politely. "He's a great idiot," the Queen of Thorns corrected. "His father was an idiot as well. I mean my husband, the former Duke Rose. Oh, don't get me wrong, I love him very much, he has a good heart and is good in bed." Not incompetent, but brains just can't turn the corners! You know? He fell off a cliff while falconry. They say he's been staring up at the sky and never paying attention to the horse." "And now, my idiot son is doing the same stupid thing, only he's riding a lion instead of a horse. It's easier to ride a lion than to dismount. I warned him, but he just smirks. If you have I have a son, Sansa, and remember beating him so that he will listen to you. I have only one son and I can't bear it, so he is more interested in butter cakes than me now. I told him that lions are not casual Pussy that can get away, and he thinks of me as a 'nagging mother.' If you ask me, there are a lot of nagging people in this country, and all these kings if they put down their swords first, listen to them Mother will undoubtedly do a much better job." Sansa realized she had opened her mouth again.While Lady Allerly and the other ladies were laughing at the Butterbread show—jumping oranges with head, elbow, and broad rump—she hastily stuffed a spoonful of gravy into her mouth. "I want you to tell the truth about the imp king," said Lady Olenna suddenly. "I mean Joffrey." Sansa gripped the spoon tightly.truth?I can not.Don't ask this, please, I can't say it. "I... I... I..." "Yes, I'm asking you, who knows better than you? I admit, the kid does look like a king. Well, he looks a little arrogant, which should also be attributed to his Lannister blood. However , we have heard many disturbing rumors. Is there any truth in these rumors? Did that kid abuse you?" Sansa looked around nervously.Butterbread puts a whole orange in his mouth, chews and swallows, pats his cheek with his palm, and blows out the seeds one by one with his nose.The women giggled, the servants came and went, and the maiden center echoed with the clatter of plates and spoons.A chick jumped on the table and went into Mrs Grafford's broth.It seemed that no one paid attention to her, even so, she was still afraid. Lady Olenna grew impatient. "What are you staring at the buttercake? I'm asking you a question, waiting for your answer. Did the Lannisters pull out your tongue, child?" Ser Dontos had warned her that she could only speak safely in the godswood. "Little Jo... King Joffrey, he... Your Majesty, he is handsome and handsome, and... and brave as a lion." "Yes, Lannisters are lions, and Tyrell farts smell like roses," snapped the old woman. "I'm asking how he is! Clever? Has he a good heart?" Can he care about people? Does he have the chivalry a king must? Will he love Margaery, treat her affectionately, and protect her honor as his own?" "He will," Sansa lied, "he's very... very handsome." "Damn it, kid, you know, people say you're a big fool like Butter Pie, and I used to not believe it. Handsome? At least I taught Margaery the value of 'handsomeness', that stuff is bullshit Aerion 'Bright Flame' is handsome, and what a monster he is. Let me repeat the question clearly: what kind of man is Joffrey?" She reached out and grabbed a passing servant. "I don't like leeks. Serve the broth and cheese." "The cheese after the cake, ma'am." "I can serve it whenever I want, and bring me the cheese at once." The old woman turned to Sansa. "Are you afraid, child? Don't be afraid. There are only women here. Just tell the truth. No one will hurt you." "My father always told the truth," Sansa said quietly, finding herself unable to shake off her doubts. "Duke Ed, yes, yes, he has such a good reputation, but they regarded him as a traitor and beheaded him." The old woman stared straight at her, her eyes were sharp and bright, like the sharp edge of a sword pointed. "Joffrey," said Sansa, "Joffrey did it. He promised me mercy, but he beheaded my father anyway. He said it was mercy, and he took me to the wall and forced me to Look, look at that head. He wanted me to cry, but..." She stopped suddenly, covering her mouth.What's wrong with me?My gods, you actually said this in front of them. Now that the water is unstoppable, someone will tell Xiao Qiao sooner or later... "Go on," the person urging turned into Margaery.She was Joffrey's fiancée, and Sansa wondered how much she had just heard. "I can't say, 'If she told him what I said, if she said it?He will kill me, or give me to Ser Ilyn. "I... my father is a traitor, and so is my brother. I'm just a traitor's daughter. Please, don't let me say it again." "Calm down, calm down, child," ordered the Queen of Thorns. "She's freaking out, Grandmother, look at her." The old woman yelled at Butterbread, "Come on, clown! Sing us a song, a longer one, let me think... 'Bear and the Pretty Maiden' fits." "Yes!" replied the fat clown. "Sing and rap! Can I sing on my head, ma'am?" "Sings better that way?" "Won't." "Then stand up and sing for me. I don't want you to take your hat off, you never wash your hair as far as I know!" "As you wish," Butterbread bowed deeply, belched loudly, stood at attention, breathed in his belly, and roared, "This bear, bear, bear! It's all black and brown, covered with plush... " Mrs. Olenna squirmed forward, "I knew when I was younger than you that the stone walls in the Red Keep have long ears. Well, they can listen to what they like, let them enjoy the songs, and let's have a good talk. " "But," said Sansa, "Varys...he knows, he always..." "Sing louder!" Butterbread yelled, "Didn't eat, did you? My old ears are almost deaf, what are you whispering? Fat clown, I didn't pay to listen to your whispers! Sing to me!" "...Bear!" Butterbread yelled loudly, and the majestic bass vibrated the eaves. "Oh, people are saying, come see the beauty! Beauty? He understands, but I'm a bear! All black and brown, covered with fur!" The wrinkled old woman said with a smile: "There are also many spiders in the flowers in Highgarden. As long as you obey the rules, I will let them go; if they dare to get in the way, they will be trampled to death immediately." She patted the back of Sansa's hand . "Well, now, boy, let's tell the truth. What kind of man is Joffrey? Why does he wear the name of Baratheon and act with all the Lannister badness?" "Follow the road from end to end. This end! That end! Boys, goats, dancing bears!" Sansa felt her heart go up in her throat.The Queen of Thorns was so close, she could smell the rancid breath of the old woman, her thin and slender fingers squeezed her wrist even more painfully; on the other side, Margaery was also paying attention.She couldn't help shaking. "He's a monster," she whispered, so tremblingly that she couldn't hear herself, "Joffrey was a monster. He lied about the butcher's boy and made my father kill my boy." Wolf; and when I displeased him he would tell the Kingsguard to beat me. He is wicked and cruel, madam, and indeed, the Queen Mother is like him." Lady Olenna exchanged glances with her granddaughter. "Oh," said the old woman, "that's a pity." No, by gods, Sansa thought horribly, if Margaery refuses to marry him, little Jo will blame me. "Please," she blurted out, "don't delay the wedding..." "Don't be afraid, Lord Blowfish is determined to make Margaery queen, and Tyrell's promise is worth more than all the gold in Casterly Rock put together, at least as long as I live. Anyway, we are grateful Your truth, child." "... Jumping and turning, slowly walking towards the beauty! The beauty! The beauty!" Butterbread jumped, roared, and stamped her feet. "Sansa, are you interested in visiting Highgarden?" Margaery Tyrell smiled, much like her brother Loras, "the autumn flowers are blooming all over there, fruit bushes and fountains, shady courtyards , marble colonnade. My lord father's castle has many singers, they can sing much better than this butter cake, besides, we have a flute player, a fiddler and a harpist. Highgarden has the best horses , there are flower boats for you to ride along the Mander River. By the way, can you falcon, Sansa?" "A little bit," she admitted. "Oh, she's so sweet, pure, and beautiful! Honey in maiden hair!" "You're going to fall in love with Highgarden as much as I do, I just know it," Margaery brushed Sansa's loose bun on her forehead, "and when you get there, you won't want to leave. And... you too Don't have to leave." "Hair bundles! Hair bundles! Honey in maiden hair bundles!" "Hush, child," said the Queen of Thorns sharply, "Sansa hasn't told us if she would like to make the journey." "Oh, of course I would," said Sansa.Highgarden sounded like the palace of her dreams, the beautiful and magical court of King's Landing she had longed for. "...following the air surge in summer. Bear! Bear! The whole body is black and brown, covered with plush." "But the Queen," thought Sansa suddenly, "she won't let me..." "She will allow it. The Lannisters have kept Joffrey on the throne with the support of Highgarden, and she has no choice but to say yes if my idiot son asks." "Will he?" Sansa asked. "Will he ask?" Mrs. Olenna frowned, "This matter is on my shoulders. Of course, I won't tell him my real plan for the time being." "He follows the air surge in summer!" Sansa frowned, "The real plan, ma'am?" "Laughing and shouting that the fragrance is here! Honey is in the air!" "May you have a safe wedding, child," whispered the old woman, as Butterbread yelled the very old song, "and my grandson." To marry Ser Loras, oh... for a split second, Sansa could barely breathe.She thought of the red rose that Ser Loras tossed her in shining jeweled armor; she thought of Ser Loras in his white robes, flawless, pure and charming; His sweet smile and the warmth of his hands.Next, she couldn't help imagining how to take off his coat, how to caress his smooth skin, how to tiptoe to kiss, how to bury her fingers deep in the thick brown curly hair, how to stare at his deep eyes Brown eyes, fascinated, mesmerized.A flush crept up her neck. "Oh, I'm a girl, pure and beautiful! Dancing with no bears! Bears! Bears! Dancing with no bears!" "Do you like it this way, Sansa?" Margaery asked. "I have no sisters, only brothers. Oh, please, please promise to marry my brother." She stumbled out words: "Yes, I would, more than anything else. I will marry Ser Loras and love him..." "Loras?" Lady Olenna became annoyed. "Don't be silly, child, the Kingsguard can't marry. Don't you have a teacher at Winterfell? Enough, we're talking about my grandson Vilas. Nothing." He is a little older than you, no doubt, but very lovely. After all, he is the least idiot in our family, and heir to Highgarden." Sansa was dizzy, and the vision of Loras that was in her head one moment before was taken away by them in a second.Vilas?Vilas? "Me," she said dully.Courtesy is the armor of a lady, pay attention to your words and deeds, you can't offend them. "I haven't had the honor of knowing Sir Vilas, my lady. Is he...is he a great knight like his brother?" "...Hold her up in the air! Bear! Bear!" "No," said Margery, "he didn't swear." Her grandmother frowned again. "Tell the girl the truth. The poor lad is limping, that's the truth." "He was crippled in the age of squires, and at his first tourney," Margery revealed, "his leg was crushed by his horse." "Dorn's Red Viper is responsible, I mean Oberyn Martell and his maesters." "I call for a knight, but you are a bear! A bear! A bear! You are all black and brown, covered with plush!" "Villas has a broken leg, but he has a good heart," said Margery. "He used to read to me when I was a kid and draw me pictures of stars. You'll love him as we all do, Sansa .” "Kicking and shouting, the maiden panics, but he licks honey's hair, hair! hair! He licks honey's hair!" "When can I see him?" Sansa asked hesitantly. "Soon," Margaery promised, "my grandmother will take you to Highgarden when Joffrey and I marry." "Yes." The old woman said kindly, patting Sansa's arm and giving her a soft, wrinkled smile, "This is my wish." "Sigh and scream and kick into the air! Bear! She sings, beautiful bear! Together we are, cape sky, bear, bear, maiden beauty." Butterbread bellowed the last syllable, jumped into the air, and slammed his feet on the ground , shaking the wine glasses on the table.The women laughed and clapped their hands. "I thought there would be no end to this dreadful song," said the Queen of Thorns. "Behold, here comes my cheese."