The walls of the throne room had been stripped bare, the hunting tapestries that King Robert lovedtaken down and stacked in the corner in an untidy heap.

Ser Mandon Moore went to take his place under the throne beside two of his fellows of theKingsguard. Sansa hovered by the door, for once unguarded. The queen had given her freedom of thecastle as a reward for being good, yet even so, she was escorted everywhere she went. “Honor guardsfor my daughter-to-be,” the queen called them, but they did not make Sansa feel honored.

“Freedom of the castle” meant that she could go wherever she chose within the Red Keep so longas she promised not to go beyond the walls, a promise Sansa had been more than willing to give. Shecouldn’t have gone beyond the walls anyway. The gates were watched day and night by Janos Slynt’sgold cloaks, and Lannister house guards were always about as well. Besides, even if she could leavethe castle, where would she go? It was enough that she could walk in the yard, pick flowers inMyrcella’s garden, and visit the sept to pray for her father. Sometimes she prayed in the godswood aswell, since the Starks kept the old gods.

This was the first court session of Joffrey’s reign, so Sansa looked about nervously. A line ofLannister house guards stood beneath the western windows, a line of gold-cloaked City Watchmenbeneath the east. Of smallfolk and commoners, she saw no sign, but under the gallery a cluster oflords great and small milled restlessly. There were no more than twenty, where a hundred had beenaccustomed to wait upon King Robert.

Sansa slipped in among them, murmuring greetings as she worked her way toward the front. Sherecognized black-skinned Jalabhar Xho, gloomy Ser Aron Santagar, the Redwyne twins Horror andSlobber … only none of them seemed to recognize her. Or if they did, they shied away as if she hadthe grey plague. Sickly Lord Gyles covered his face at her approach and feigned a fit of coughing, andwhen funny drunken Ser Dontos started to hail her, Ser Balon Swann whispered in his ear and heturned away.

And so many others were missing. Where had the rest of them gone? Sansa wondered. Vainly, shesearched for friendly faces. Not one of them would meet her eyes. It was as if she had become aghost, dead before her time.

Grand Maester Pycelle was seated alone at the council table, seemingly asleep, his hands claspedtogether atop his beard. She saw Lord Varys hurry into the hall, his feet making no sound. A momentlater Lord Baelish entered through the tall doors in the rear, smiling. He chatted amiably with SerBalon and Ser Dontos as he made his way to the front. Butterflies fluttered nervously in Sansa’sstomach. I shouldn’t be afraid, she told herself. I have nothing to be afraid of, it will all come outwell, Joff loves me and the queen does too, she said so.

A herald’s voice rang out. “All hail His Grace, Joffrey of the Houses Baratheon and Lannister, theFirst of his Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, and Lord of the SevenKingdoms. All hail his lady mother, Cersei of House Lannister, Queen Regent, Light of the West, andProtector of the Realm.”

Ser Barristan Selmy, resplendent in white plate, led them in. Ser Arys Oakheart escorted the queen,while Ser Boros Blount walked beside Joffrey, so six of the Kingsguard were now in the hall, all theWhite Swords save Jaime Lannister alone. Her prince—no, her king now!—took the steps of the IronThrone two at a time, while his mother was seated with the council. Joff wore plush black velvetsslashed with crimson, a shimmering cloth-of-gold cape with a high collar, and on his head a goldencrown crusted with rubies and black diamonds.

When Joffrey turned to look out over the hall, his eye caught Sansa’s. He smiled, seated himself,and spoke. “It is a king’s duty to punish the disloyal and reward those who are true. Grand MaesterPycelle, I command you to read my decrees.”

Pycelle pushed himself to his feet. He was clad in a magnificent robe of thick red velvet, with anermine collar and shiny gold fastenings. From a drooping sleeve, heavy with gilded scrollwork, hedrew a parchment, unrolled it, and began to read a long list of names, commanding each in the nameof king and council to present themselves and swear their fealty to Joffrey. Failing that, they would beadjudged traitors, their lands and titles forfeit to the throne.

The names he read made Sansa hold her breath. Lord Stannis Baratheon, his lady wife, hisdaughter. Lord Renly Baratheon. Both Lord Royces and their sons. Ser Loras Tyrell. Lord MaceTyrell, his brothers, uncles, sons. The red priest, Thoros of Myr. Lord Beric Dondarrion. Lady LysaArryn and her son, the little Lord Robert. Lord Hoster Tully, his brother Ser Brynden, his son SerEdmure. Lord Jason Mallister. Lord Bryce Caron of the Marches. Lord Tytos Blackwood. LordWalder Frey and his heir Ser Stevron. Lord Karyl Vance. Lord Jonos Bracken. Lady Shella Whent.

Doran Martell, Prince of Dorne, and all his sons. So many, she thought as Pycelle read on and on, itwill take a whole flock of ravens to send out these commands.

And at the end, near last, came the names Sansa had been dreading. Lady Catelyn Stark. RobbStark. Brandon Stark, Rickon Stark, Arya Stark. Sansa stifled a gasp. Arya. They wanted Arya topresent herself and swear an oath … it must mean her sister had fled on the galley, she must be safe atWinterfell by now …Grand Maester Pycelle rolled up the list, tucked it up his left sleeve, and pulled another parchmentfrom his right. He cleared his throat and resumed. “In the place of the traitor Eddard Stark, it is thewish of His Grace that Tywin Lannister, Lord of Casterly Rock and Warden of the West, take up theoffice of Hand of the King, to speak with his voice, lead his armies against his enemies, and carry outhis royal will. So the king has decreed. The small council consents.

“In the place of the traitor Stannis Baratheon, it is the wish of His Grace that his lady mother, theQueen Regent Cersei Lannister, who has ever been his staunchest support, be seated upon his smallcouncil, that she may help him rule wisely and with justice. So the king has decreed. The smallcouncil consents.”

Sansa heard a soft murmuring from the lords around her, but it was quickly stilled. Pycellecontinued.

“It is also the wish of His Grace that his loyal servant, Janos Slynt, Commander of the City Watchof King’s Landing, be at once raised to the rank of lord and granted the ancient seat of Harrenhal withall its attendant lands and incomes, and that his sons and grandsons shall hold these honors after himuntil the end of time. It is moreover his command that Lord Slynt be seated immediately upon hissmall council, to assist in the governance of the realm. So the king has decreed. The small councilconsents.”

Sansa glimpsed motion from the corner of her eye as Janos Slynt made his entrance. This time themuttering was louder and angrier. Proud lords whose houses went back thousands of years made wayreluctantly for the balding, frog-faced commoner as he marched past. Golden scales had been sewnonto the black velvet of his doublet and rang together softly with each step. His cloak was checkedblack-and-gold satin. Two ugly boys who must have been his sons went before him, struggling withthe weight of a heavy metal shield as tall as they were. For his sigil he had taken a bloody spear, goldon a night-black field. The sight of it raised goose prickles up and down Sansa’s arms.

As Lord Slynt took his place, Grand Maester Pycelle resumed. “Lastly, in these times of treasonand turmoil, with our beloved Robert so lately dead, it is the view of the council that the life andsafety of King Joffrey is of paramount importance …” He looked to the queen.

Cersei stood. “Ser Barristan Selmy, stand forth.”

Ser Barristan had been standing at the foot of the Iron Throne, as still as any statue, but now hewent to one knee and bowed his head. “Your Grace, I am yours to command.”

“Rise, Ser Barristan,” Cersei Lannister said. “You may remove your helm.”

“My lady?” Standing, the old knight took off his high white helm, though he did not seem tounderstand why.

“You have served the realm long and faithfully, good ser, and every man and woman in the SevenKingdoms owes you thanks. Yet now I fear your service is at an end. It is the wish of king and councilthat you lay down your heavy burden.”

“My … burden? I fear I … I do not …”

The new-made lord, Janos Slynt, spoke up, his voice heavy and blunt. “Her Grace is trying to tellyou that you are relieved as Lord Commander of the Kingsguard.”

The tall, white-haired knight seemed to shrink as he stood there, scarcely breathing. “Your Grace,”

he said at last. “The Kingsguard is a Sworn Brotherhood. Our vows are taken for life. Only death mayrelieve the Lord Commander of his sacred trust.”

“Whose death, Ser Barristan?” The queen’s voice was soft as silk, but her words carried the wholelength of the hall. “Yours, or your king’s?”

“You let my father die,” Joffrey said accusingly from atop the Iron Throne. “You’re too old toprotect anybody.”

Sansa watched as the knight peered up at his new king. She had never seen him look his yearsbefore, yet now he did. “Your Grace,” he said. “I was chosen for the White Swords in my twenty-third year. It was all I had ever dreamed, from the moment I first took sword in hand. I gave up allclaim to my ancestral keep. The girl I was to wed married my cousin in my place, I had no need ofland or sons, my life would be lived for the realm. Ser Gerold Hightower himself heard myvows … to ward the king with all m............