Chapter 17 Chapter Sixteen Sansa

"A new dress?" she asked, both surprised and cautious. "Yes, miss, cuter than anything you've ever worn," the old woman assured her, measuring Sansa's hips with a knotted cord, "silk and myrish lace, satin inlaid With it, you will be so beautiful. Tsk tsk, this is the grace of Her Majesty the Queen." "Queen? Which queen?" Margaery hadn't been Jon's queen yet, but she had been Renly's queen.Or is she referring to the Queen of Thorns?still…… "Of course Her Majesty the Regent Queen Mother." "Queen Cersei?" "Yes, I have been honored to serve her for many years." The old woman stretched the rope to Sansa's inner thigh, "Your Majesty said that you are a grown woman and should not dress like a little girl. Come on, Raise your hand."

Sansa raised her arms.She does need a new dress, she's grown three inches in the past year, and most of her old clothes are ruined by soot—the day she got her first period, she tried to burn the mattress and it ended up ... "Your bosom is as charming as the queen's," said the old woman, looping the rope around Sansa's chest. "You should not hide it." She blushed.The last time she went back to ride, she couldn't put on her corset completely, so the stable boy kept staring at her chest stupidly when he helped her onto the horse.Sometimes she found grown men there too, and her clothes were so tight she could hardly breathe.

"What color is the dress?" she asked the seamstress. "Leave me the choice of colour, miss, you will like it, I assure you. Besides the dress, you will need underwear and stockings, skirts, petticoats and capes, everything, to suit  … …to befit a young lady of beauty and dignity." "Can it be done in time for the king's wedding?" "Oh, of course, we will do it before the big wedding, and do it soon, which is the special favor of Her Majesty the Queen Mother. I have six seamstresses and twelve female apprentices under my command, and all work will be put on hold for this matter. Step aside. Ladies from other families will blame us, but what can we do? After all, there is an order from Her Majesty the Empress Dowager."

"Thank you Her Majesty for taking such pains," Sansa said politely. "She has been so kind to me." "His Majesty is the most generous man," agreed the seamstress.After measuring, she packed up her things and left. Why?what is this?Sansa was very confused and very disturbed when she was alone.Well, I bet it's probably Margaery or her grandmother. Margaery was sincere to her, and her existence changed everything.Her female companions were happy to make friends with Sansa.Without other female companions for so long, she almost forgot the joy in it.Madame Leonie taught her the harp, and Madame Jeanne shared all the gossip with her.Menedith Clanne had always a good story to tell, and young Bulwey reminded her of Arya, though she was less violent than her sister.

About the same age as Sansa were Margaery's three cousins, Eero, Arlan, and Megger, from the partial branch of the Tyrell family. "We're roses on low branches," says Elo, who is quick-witted and slender.Meige is fat and noisy, Yalan is beautiful and shy, and because Elo is an adult woman, she occupies the dominant position among the three—she has menstruation, while Meige and Yalan are just little girls. The little girls happily dragged Sansa into the group, as if they had been partners since childhood.They used to do needlework all afternoon, discuss lemon cake and mead, play square tiles at night, and sing together in the castle sanctuary... The four of them also took turns to share the bed with Margaery, and whispered until midnight.Arran has a good voice, and with a little prodding, he can play the woodharp, singing about chivalry and lost love.Mei Ge can't sing, but she likes to kiss, crazy about it.She admitted that she would play a kissing game with Yalan, but that was different from kissing a man, let alone kissing a king.I don't know what Mei Ge thinks about me almost kissing the hound, Sansa thought.He came to her that night in the middle of the battle, reeking of blood and wine.He wants to kiss me, he wants to kill me, and he wants me to sing for him.

"King Joffrey has such pretty lips," said Meggie excitedly to herself. "Oh, poor Sansa, it must have broken your heart to lose him. Oh, you must have cried a lot! " Yes, Joffrey has made me cry a lot, but not this time, she thought, but her lips were too tight to speak because the noise-making butter was nowhere near. As for Eero, she was betrothed to a young squire, one of Lord Ambrose's sons—they were to wed when he was knighted.At the Battle of the Blackwater, he killed a Myr crossbowman and a Mullendall soldier with his fiancée's token. "Erin said that her token made him brave and fearless," Megg said, "and that he called her name in battle. Isn't that amazing? One day, I'm going to let some warrior take me Kill a hundred enemies." Elo told her to keep her voice down, but her expression was really happy.

They were all children, Sansa thought, silly little girls, and Eero was no exception.They haven't seen war, they haven't seen dead people, they don't understand anything.All they could think of was songs and stories, as she had been before Joffrey beheaded her father.For them, Sansa both pitied and envied them. Margaery is different.Although the king's fiancée is sweet and gentle, there is a trace of her grandmother in her body.The day before yesterday she had taken Sansa out on falconry, the first time she had been out of town since the battle.The bodies had been buried or burned, but the Mud Gate was still battered and scarred, the work of Lord Stannis' battering ram.The banks of the Blackwater River are covered with broken and broken shipwrecks, and the scorched masts protrude from the shallows like gaunt black fingers.If you want to cross the river, you can only take a flat-bottomed boat.The royal forest was also a scorched and desolate place, but fortunately, there were plenty of waterfowl in the swamp along the bay. Sansa's merlin caught three wild ducks, and Margaery's hawk shot down a heron in the air.

"Veras kept the most obedient and handsome bird in the Seven Kingdoms," Margaery told her when they were alone, "and he used to fly falcons. You will know, Sansa." She said He took her hand and squeezed it. "My good sister." sisters.Sansa had dreamed of a sister like Margaery, sweet and graceful and kind, not at all like Arya.How can I let my good sister marry Joffrey?As she thought about it, tears suddenly filled her eyes. "Margaery, please," she said, "don't..." It was hard to say. "...Don't marry him. He is duplicity. He will...will hurt you."

"Don't worry about me, good sister." Margaery smiled confidently. "You're brave enough to come and warn me, but don't worry, I know little Joe is a spoiled kid, conceited and stupid, and as cruel as you say, and these fathers have expected it, so they are here The terms of the marriage contract insisted that Loras be the Kingsguard. You see, I have the best knights in the Seven Kingdoms guarding me day and night, like Prince Aemon guarding Queen Nelyss, so our little lion better behave properly, don't you ?” She smiled softly, “Come on, dear sister, let’s run for a while and compete who will reach the river first. Oh, this will drive the guards crazy.” Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed the horse’s belly and galloped away go.

How brave she is, Sansa thought as she rode behind her...but her doubts remained.Loras was a great knight, everyone knew it, but Joffrey had the other Kingsguard, and the gold and the red, who would have their own army when they grew up.Aegon the Witch had never hurt Queen Nelish, perhaps because he was afraid of his brother Aemon the Dragonrider...but when another Kingsguard fell in love with one of his mistresses, the king demanded their heads. It was a good thing Ser Loras was a Tyrell, Sansa reminded herself. The old knight had been only of House Toyne—his kin had no army and could avenge him without assassination.That being said, the more she thought about it, the more confused she became.For a year or so, Joffrey may be able to restrain himself, but as time goes on, sooner or later, the fox's tail will show. At that time... maybe there will be a second kingslayer, maybe there will be a second war for the throne, the lion and Roses will fight battles.

Sansa was surprised that Margaery hadn't foreseen this.She is older and wiser than I am, and her father, Lord Tyrell, must have been more thoughtful.I'm just worrying about being poor and being stupid. She told Ser Dontos the news of going to Highgarden to marry Vilas Tyrell, thinking that he would be pleased and happy for her, but the jester knight grabbed her arm, "No!" His voice Drunk and terrified. "I tell you, poor Jonquil, the Tyrells and the Lannisters are exactly the same. Please, don't bother with such foolishness, and give your Florian a lucky kiss." , and promised I'd follow through with the plan. It's Joffrey's wedding night, not a few days away, and remember to put on your silver hairnet then we'll go home." He leaned in and kissed her face. Sansa broke free from her grip and stepped back into the distance. "No, if I don't go, I will cause trouble. You don't take me when you want to escape, and now I don't need it." Dontos stared at her blankly. "Everything is arranged, dear Jonquil. The ship that will take you home, and the boat that will take you aboard, your Florian has made all arrangements for you." "I'm sorry to cause you so much trouble," she said, "but I don't need boats and boats just now." "Everything is for your safety." "I'll be safe in Highgarden with Vilas' protection." "Oh, don't be silly, he doesn't know you," insisted Dontos, "and loves you. Oh, Joanki, my dear Joanki, please open your lovely eyes, Tyrell People don't care about you, they care about your inheritance." "My inheritance?" She was a little confused. "My dear," he told her, "you are the heir to Winterfell." He grabbed her again and begged her not to.Sansa breaks free again, leaving him wandering alone under the heart tree. She hadn't been to the godswood since. But she did not forget his words.Heir to Winterfell, she mused in bed at night, it's your claim they're planning.Sansa had three brothers and never thought she'd have an inheritance, but now that Bran and Rickon were dead... never mind, and Robb, who was a man, would marry and have children soon.And anyway, Valas Tyrell already has Highgarden, so what would Winterfell do? Sometimes, she would whisper his name into the pillow, just to hear it. "Veras, Vilas, Vilas," she already thought Vilas was as good a name as Loras, they even sounded similar.What does a crippled leg matter?Vilas will be Lord of Highgarden, and I will be his wife. She pictured them sitting in the garden with the dog on their knees, or sailing along the Mande River in flower boats, listening to singers play the harp.He'll love me when I give him a son.I'll name them Eddard, Brandon, and Rickon, and raise them to be as handsome as Ser Loras, and to hate Lannister.In Sansa's dream, her children looked just like her lost brothers, and there was even a girl who looked like Arya. The only trouble was that she couldn't keep Willas's image in her head for long, and his features kept translating into Ser Loras's, young and graceful and pretty.You shouldn't imagine that, she told herself, or he might see the disappointment in your eyes when they meet.If he knew that you loved his younger brother, how could he marry you?Vilas Tyrell was twice my age, she kept reminding herself, and crippled, probably as fat and red-faced as his father.But regardless of whether he is good-looking or not, he is my best support. Once, she dreamed that it was she who married young Jo, not Margaery, and that on the wedding night the king became the executioner Ilyn Payne.She woke up shaking.She didn't want Margaery to be tortured like herself, but she was also afraid that the Tyrell family would refuse to marry.Anyway, I warned her, yes, I told her the truth.Perhaps Margaery herself did not believe it.Little Joe always played the hero when he was with her, and he used to do the same to me.Soon, though, she'll realize his true nature - not before the wedding, but after.Sansa decides to light a candle in front of the Virgin the next time she visits the sept, begging her to protect Margaery from Joffrey.Maybe order another one for Loras in front of the warrior. When the seamstress took her measurements for the last time, she decided to wear the new dress to the wedding festivities in the Sept of Baelor.Cersei must have ordered someone to make clothes for me because of this. I can't let me go to the wedding banquet in tatters!No, no, old ones are fine.I couldn't risk getting food or drink on my new dress.I will take it to Highgarden and wear it in front of Valas Tyrell.Even if Dontos is right and he wants Winterfell instead of me, I can still make him love me.Sansa hugged herself tightly, wondering when the new dress would be ready. She can't wait to put it on.