Scene: King's Landing, Maegor's Holdfast, the Queen's Ballroom, during the Battle of Blackwater Bay.
The queen took a flagon of sweet plum wine from a passing serving girl and filled Sansa's cup. "Drink," she commanded coldly. "Perhaps it will give you the courage to deal with truth for a change."
Sansa lifted the cup to her lips and took a sip. The wine was cloyingly sweet, but very strong.
"You can do better than that," Cersei said. "Drain the cup, Sansa. Your queen commands you."
It almost gagged her, but Sansa emptied the cup, gulping down the thick sweet wine until her head was swimming.
"More?" Cersei asked.
"No. Please."
The queen looked displeased. "When you asked about Ser Ilyn earlier, I lied to you. Would you like to hear the truth, Sansa? Would you like to know why he's really here?"
She did not dare answer, but it did not matter. The queen raised a hand and beckoned, never waiting for a reply. Sansa had not even seen Ser Ilyn return to the hall, but suddenly there he was, striding from behind the dais as silent as a cat. He carried Ice unsheathed. Her father had always cleaned the blade in the godswood after he took a man's head, Sansa recalled, but Ser Ilyn was not so fastidious. There was blood drying on the rippling steel, the red already fading to brown. The singer came with him, and with a snap of Cersei's porcelain fingers, he handed Ser Ilyn an instrument, and the two men struck a queer yet catchy tune. Before Sansa's incredulous eyes, the queen began to sing:
"Hey there pops!
Pops give us a headsman, please.
Hey there pops!
Give us a ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta trigger we can squeeze!
Squeeze, headsman please.
So we can all die
Rather than get buttfucked,
dresses torn so children breed,
Stannis'll take your maidenhood,
oh yeah, get us someone for the job!
Oooooh!"