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Something skittered across the hall before them, and he stopped to hurriedly aim. It was a rat, though, and far quicker than anything even he knew he could hit so he lowered it.

“Sansa,” he began, turning to look at her. “Have you ever hunted anything before? Not hawking, really hunted.” Joffrey knew it was a no, given the fact that she was a lady, but he meant to make a point.

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             She very carefully kept her silence, for she was praying it not be a kitten. Her small exhale could be heard but maybe he’ll attribute it to something else other than relief. Fear mayhaps. That will please him, Sansa thinks as he focuses his attentions on her. Clasping her hands together so he would not be tempted to drag her again, she shakes her head.

          “No, Your Grace. I was never allowed to follow on hunts.” Desperate to please his ego, she continues. “I’m sure you have done well in them, Your Grace. You handle that crossbow expertly.”