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             It is perhaps a blessing to
   receive an envoy from Essos for
   the feast held in their name is 
   grand and wholly too interesting
   for King Joffrey to care for the 
   likes of her. The food is good and
   spirits are high. Sansa is about to
   reach for the last lemoncake when
   another hand darts out, and she
   retreats her dainty fingers, a blush
   coloring her cheeks pink.

             "Pardon me, please. Have it,
   I have had far too many already.“