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                 "Your grace, shall I pour
           you a drink–“ she is already
           reaching for the decanter, a
           most dutiful betrothed. Dinner
           with the king and his family is
           always a battle of nerves. The
           only good thing is the extra
           company that acts as Sansa’s
           safety net. Or as safe as one
           could get when in the lion’s den.