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Joffrey came to a sudden stop, giving her a confused look, as if he were surprised at the wisdom that had just come out of her mouth. “You’re right.” Something in his tone suggested that he didn’t know why she was at all.

“Let’s be far quieter.” His iron grip on her wrist did not let up as they quietly traversed the halls. This was going to be a far more eventful night than he’d thought!

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               She was petrified he would strike her and the relief shone in her eyes when he didn’t. It didn’t matter that he probably thought her simple, words didn’t hurt as much as blows did. 

               Biting her lip, she let herself be pulled along towards the kitchens, silently bemoaning the way her wrists would have bruises the shape of his hands in the morrow. Maybe the cook will do them all a favor and chase them out to end this farce.