"Demon Mountain, bring back the Red Smoke Beast. Joffrey ordered.

"Yes, Your Majesty, but I am afraid that it will frighten His Majesty and the Prime Minister's mounts. ”

Joffrey hesitated, remembering the terrible scene just now: "...... Call it back...... But don't be frightened...... Mounts. “

"Your Majesty, the Red Smoke Beast is a fierce beast, and the minister can only make sure that the Red Smoke Beast does not attack people and horses. The war horse is afraid of red smoke, and there is nothing the minister can do. ”

Joffrey hesitated, his horse had nearly fallen in fright, but the Red Smoke Beast was still far away.

"Your Majesty. Prime Minister Tywin said, "The Red Smoke Beast has a fierce personality, kills people, and is afraid of life, so let the Magic Mountain be domesticated first, remove the wildness, and then show it to Your Majesty." There are many courtiers here, the red smoke beast rushed up, our war horses are the first time to see, frightened and frightened, dodging and fleeing, it will inevitably cause chaos, in case of injury to His Majesty or courtiers, everyone is panicked. ”

Joffrey squinted at his grandfather, who was expressionless and said with trepidation, and he really couldn't see the slightest bit of panic in him.

Littlefinger Petyrberish smiled: "Your Majesty, the Red Smoke Beast is a magical creature, and if it recognizes the Lord of the Demon Mountain, it will not escape again." After the morning exercise, please ask Lord Demon Mountain to take the Red Smoke Beast to the Red Fort Martial Arts Arena, Your Majesty can watch from a distance and take a closer look, first let the Red Smoke familiarize yourself with Your Majesty's scent, and then slowly approach the ride. ”

"Alright, that's it!" Joffrey announced, "Magic Mountain, bring Red Smoke into the Red Keep Arena after the morning exercise, I'm going to test it out." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty. But the Red Smoke Beast is a fierce beast, and I am afraid that it will hurt Your Majesty, so please make all preparations for your safety. ”

"With you, what else am I not safe about?"

"Your Majesty, although the Red Smoke Beast has been tamed by me, it is a beast after all, and it does not understand court etiquette. ”

"You're in charge of teaching it, that's it!" Joffrey snapped.

"Yes, Your Majesty. ”

In the Maigar Building, Margaret Tirel is picking out clothes for Sansa.

Margaery is as beautiful as a shallow red rose, while Sansa is a slightly melancholy white lotus.

The two beauties have their own beauty, just like the flowers in a hundred gardens, each of them is gorgeous and moving, and it is difficult to distinguish between them.

In front of the two beauties, there were more than a dozen rattan boxes that exuded fragrance, all of which were very high-end clothes of all kinds.

These clothes were a gift from the Tyrells to Sansa for her wedding.

The long table in the room is also filled with a variety of exquisite gemstone ornaments, female reds and perfumes. All were gifts from Margaret Tirel.

Sansa will marry the little demon Tyrion Lannister in ten days. A month later, Joffrey and Margaery were married.

Sansa was thirteen years old, and Margaery was sixteen.

Sansa is taller than Margaery, with a longer neck and a more graceful figure. And Margaery's smile is sweeter, more enthusiastic, words and deeds, full of aristocratic atmosphere, and even more empathetic and kind-hearted. In just a few days together, Sansa has made Margaery her best friend.

There were seventeen or eighteen maids around them, and Sansa had only two: Shae and her best friend Jeanne Poole, and the rest were Margaery's.

The maids were engrossed, some holding gowns, some pearl necklaces, some elaborate belts, some headdresses, and some rouge...... As soon as the two ladies ask for something, the things will be in place immediately......

It was the first time Sansa had seen such a well-trained maiden...... Margaery's attendants were fifteen or sixteen at all times...... Each one is well-trained and empathetic......

However, the smiling Sansa is not happy in her heart, she does not love Tyrion Lannister, she thinks she should hate him, hate all Lannisters...... But she found that she didn't even hate Tyrion Lannister, and she felt that he was a good man, and she was terrified, and after Duke Tywin announced her wedding to Tyrion Lannister, she hid and wept many times in the silence of the night......

With Margaery's enthusiasm, Sansa had tried seven different styles of bridal dresses, but there were at least thirty different and beautiful dresses in the fragrant rattan box.

Sansa didn't want to try it on anymore, it wasn't the marriage she wanted, she didn't hate Tyrion Lannister, but she didn't love him either, she knew that in her heart. If she could choose, she would just want everyone in the room to go out and let her cry alone, instead of hiding in the dark and crying.

No amount of beautiful wedding dresses, no amount of jewelry, rouge, and perfume could fill Sansa's endless sorrow......

She wanted to kneel in the sun, in the early morning, in the sacred woods, and weep bitterly! She hoped that the gods would have mercy and could hear her prayers, and she hoped that the gods would lend a helping hand and help her leave, and as long as she could, she would be willing to give...... Price......

Sansa tries on her wedding dress on the verge of suffocation and collapse, her face getting worse and worse, which makes Shae and Jenny secretly worried, both maids know Sansa's thoughts, she will never marry Tyrion Lannister, the image of the little devil is too far from Sansa's heroic knight......

There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and the Queen Mother Cersei walked in, followed by several of her maids.

Margaery and Sansa curts. The maids bowed their heads and saluted, not squinting.

Cersei looked at Sansa, condescending, her eyes indifferent: "You are so beautiful, Miss Sansa, this dress fits you perfectly." ”

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for the compliment. ”

"Miss Margaret Tyrell, I have an urgent matter for Henna that I need your help with!"

"Your Majesty the Queen Mother, you are too polite, what do you want me to do, please just ask. ”

"The Devil Mountain got some kind of red smoke beast from the wild land of the Crab Claw Peninsula, it was very fierce, and the well-trained war horses were very afraid to approach the beast. Joffrey knows, he is bent on riding the Red Smoke Beast, you go and persuade him, the beast is not so easy to tame, the Master said, once the Red Smoke Beast recognizes its master, anyone who approaches or tries to ride it will be killed by it. ”

"Let him ride, gods have mercy, and let Joffrey ride the Red Smoke Beast. Sansa prayed in her heart.

"Oh my God!" Margaret Tirel reached out to cover her red lips, and her face was pale, "Where is His Majesty?"

"In the Red Keep Arena, wait for the Demon Mountain to send the Red Smoke Beast over. I have already persuaded him, the Master of the Court, the Captain of the Kingsguard, the Bachelor, many of us have advised him, and he does not listen at all, and I need your help now, Miss Margaery. ”

"I'll go to the martial arts arena now, Your Majesty the Queen Mother. Margaery hurriedly put down the ornament in her hand. A large group of her maids put down their things.

"Thank you, Miss Margaery. Queen Mother Cersei's words chased Margaret Tyrell and a large group of her maids, who hurried out.

Queen Cersei turned and looked at a humble Sansa.

"Miss Sansa, I hope my good brother will give you a happy wedding night, although he is a dwarf, with less than a third of his face and nose left, and short arms and legs like a child, he has slept with all kinds of prostitutes since he was ....... She glanced at Sansa's two maids, who were looking down at the ground, "I'm sorry, Miss Sansa, but I'm telling the truth, my brother is a ...... The ugliest and most despicable fellow in all the Seven Kingdoms, honestly, Sansa, if I were you, I would rather marry a groom...... A canine...... A murderer or a coward. ”

Sansa bowed her head, her shoulders trembling, "Yes, Her Majesty the Queen Mother." ”

"Look at your pretty face...... You would have been my best daughter-in-law...... A beautiful queen...... But alas, you have a cruel brother, a stupid father, an arrogant mother, who provoked this war...... But I'm still grateful to you, for coming to report to me the night before Eddard Stark dropped you off...... You're about to marry my most despicable dwarf brother, and I have nothing to give you a wedding gift, but I'll give you a maid. ”

"Send the maid to watch one of my eyes. Sansa thought contemptuously, "Thank you, Your Majesty, I am grateful!" Sansa hurriedly thanked.

"No thanks, if your dwarf brother bullies you after marriage, don't be afraid, come and tell me, I will support you. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty the Queen Mother. ”

"Gracie TyBertha!" cried Cersei.

"Yes, Your Majesty the Queen Mother. A maid stepped forward and bowed her head in agreement.

"From now on you will be Miss Sansa's maid-in-waiting, and you will serve her well in everything, eating, living, going out, dressing, dealing with people, everything, and serving her with all your heart. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty the Queen Mother. ”

Cersei looked at Sansa's two handmaidens, "You, what's your name?"

"My name is Shae, Her Majesty the Queen Mother. Shae immediately knelt down, bowed her head, and replied.

"Oh, I remember you, the palace that Lord Petyr recommended you to enter. ”

"Yes, Her Majesty the Queen Mother. ”

"What about you?"

"Your Majesty, my name is Jenny Poole. Jenny quickly knelt down and looked down at the ground, respectfully, her little shoulders trembling slightly.

"Jenny, I remember you too, you were Sansa's friend since childhood, how are you doing?"

"I'm fine, Your Majesty the Queen Mother. ”

"Oh, you two, from today onwards, everything will be at the behest of Graciette Bertha, and you will do whatever she tells you to do, understand?"

"Yes, Your Majesty the Queen Mother. Shae and Jenny said in unison.

"All right, get up. ”

"Your Majesty the Empress Dowager. ”

Shelly and Jenny got up, still keeping their heads down, not daring to look at Cersei.

"Your Majesty, can I go to the Red Keep to perform martial arts?" Sansa wished she could see the Red Smoke Beast kill Joffrey, that scene must be beautiful, "I am worried about the safety of His Majesty, the Magic Mountain and the Red Smoke Beast, His Majesty the King should be far away." ”

"Ride the Crimson Smokemon, Joffrey, you are the wisest of kings. Sansa prayed to herself, "Open your eyes, old and new, and let the stranger take him, or let the wretch take him, or let the stranger take him." ”

"Sansa, you are a very pure child, but unfortunately the dirt of the world can no longer tolerate purity. Thank you for your kindness, you might as well try on the wedding dress and dress first. Joffrey is now in love with Margaret Tirel, and you can't persuade him if you go. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty the Queen Mother, although His Majesty no longer loves me, I still beg you, please tell him, I am worried about him, I hope he will listen to Miss Margaret Tirel, don't touch the Red Smoke Beast, I, pray for him!"

"I'll pass your concerns on to Joffrey, Sansa, and I assure you of that. Cersei's tone softened, and the coldness in her eyes slowly faded into pity, "Sansa, I wish you a happy new marriage. ”

"Thank you, Your Majesty the Queen Mother!"

Gracie Tybersa tries on another cumbersome dress for Sansa.

"Miss, your face is very bad. ”

"It's okay, I'm worried about His Majesty's safety. ”

"No, miss, are you sick?" said Gracie Tesa Bertha.

Sansa just wanted to collapse on the floor and cry, then fall into a deep sleep, forgetting everything: "No, I'm fine, come on, Gracie, try another hijab." Sansa smiled, trying to keep herself on a lady's stand, when suddenly her figure faltered, and Shae and Jenny hurriedly supported her.

"Miss, don't hold on, you need to rest. Gracie Tebersa said solemnly, "Shae, Jenny, you go out for a moment. ”

"Yes. Shae and Jenny were reluctant in their hearts, but they didn't dare to disobey, put down their things, lowered their heads, and quickly withdrew.

Sansa held back her anger and shame, and a little maid dared to drive away her maid, she was the master, but she smiled, showing ladylike etiquette: "Thank you, Gracie Tebesa." ”

"Miss, please let me help you sit down. ”

Sansa nodded.

Gracie Tebella helped Sansa to sit down, and the sunlight shone through the narrow window and fell on the right side of Sansa's face, and Sansa suddenly wanted to cry.

"Miss, cry if you want to, cry out, there is no one else here. Gracie Teberga said softly. She stretched out her arms to protect Sansa and patted her on the back, "Cry, Sansa, cry or you'll get sick." ”

The soft words, the thoughtful touch, reminded Sansa of her governess, Sister Madan, and her mother, Lady Caitlyn Tully, and the tears could no longer be held back, and burst the embankment.

Tears flowed freely across Sansa's face without a sound.

Graciette Bertha held Sansa in one arm, and reached out with the other, grabbed a pillow and handed it to Sansa.

"We can't let anyone else hear your cry, someone will report it to Her Majesty the Queen Mother. It might not be nice to you, take the pillow and cry!" Gracie Tebertha said softly.

Sansa gratefully took the pillow, buried her face in it, and wept aloud.

"Cry, Sansa!" Graciette Bertha's voice was also tinged with tears, her eyes were red, and tears were rolling in her eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, the door opened, and Shae and Anne, who were standing in the doorway, looked at Gracie Tebella with cautious and scrutinizing eyes.

"Come in, Miss Sansa is asleep, she's so tired. She needs to rest. Gracie Tebertha said.

Shae and Jenny entered, and Sansa was already asleep in bed, her expression serene, but her face showing signs of crying.

Graciette Bersa looked outside the door, although she entered, but the guards arranged by Queen Cersei in the corridor did not withdraw, Gracie Tebersa took a deep breath, she said softly: "Miss Sansa said that you are her most trusted friends, so, can I trust you?"

Shae and Jenny have wary eyes in their eyes, as if they were two kittens on guard.