A chapter I really enjoyed to write. This is a key chapter for Sansa's storyline and will have a deep influence on her future.


SANSA II

"When will we leave?" Sansa asked.

"In a few hours. You'll make sure that all your things are packed," her father answered.

"Mine are ready. Septa Mordane told me everything was perfect."

"Good. Don't forget to say goodbye to your mother and to Bran before we leave."

"Is Bran going to be all right?"

"Luwin thinks so."

That was a relief for Sansa. They sat at the high table in the Great Hall of Winterfell, she, her father, Robb and Rickon. Arya wasn't up yet and their lady mother was still at Bran's side. Jeyne sat next to Sansa. She was glad that Bran would live. It had been horrible for everyone when they learned that he fell. He should never have climbed so high. Their mother always told him, but he never listened. He said he would never fall. At least, now they knew he was no longer in danger. Sansa was so afraid that it would spoil everything.

Bran was supposed to follow them to King's Landing. He would never follow them now. Sansa would have liked it that their brother came with them. Instead, there would only be Arya. Sansa was afraid of the impression her sister would make in the capital. She couldn't let Arya ruin her betrothal with Joffrey. At the same time, Sansa didn't want to ruin her relationship with her only sister. She had tried for the past week to make things better between them.

"Is it true that Lady Margaery is staying at Winterfell?" Sansa asked.

"Aye. Lord Tyrion is going with Jon to the Wall to visit it, so Lady Lannister will remain here in the meantime. You'll make sure she is honored as a guest, Robb," her father said.

"Aye, Father. Still, this means a few more weeks with Lannisters here. I don't feel comfortable around them," Robb said.

"I'm sorry about that, but it's not as if we could throw them outside. Anyway, I think your mother will be glad to have her close."

"Of course."

It was true. Sansa's mother and Lady Margaery got along quite well. She went to see Bran and their mother every day since the tragedy took place. Sansa sometimes went with her. She regretted that the Lady of Casterly Rock wouldn't come with them to King's Landing, but on the other hand she would keep her mother company while Robb ruled Winterfell. Sansa would still have Princess Myrcella and the queen to spend time with. And of course, there was Joffrey.

"Do you think I should find her some better place, Father?" Robb asked.

"I think her apartments right now are quite enough," replied the Lord of Winterfell.

"Well, I mean, almost everyone will be gone. I can give her some more place."

"If you think this is appropriate, then do it. You'll be the Lord of Winterfell while I'm away. You'll have to make your own decisions. Speak with Lady Lannister to see if she needs something."

"Aye, I'll do it."

Sansa noticed some red on Robb's cheeks. She had noticed it once before, when he spoke with Lady Margaery. Sansa had thought strangely that her brother and the Lady of Casterly Rock were about the same height and the same age when she saw them talking together. Arya walked in at this moment, her hair all tousled like it always was. Jeyne made sounds of a horse galloping with her tongue. Sansa looked at her friend to silence her. She too found that Arya didn't maintain her appearance well enough and that her stitches were those of a blacksmith, but this was no reason to laugh out loud. This wasn't the right behavior to have, and it wasn't kind for Arya. Lady Margaery didn't sew better at the same age.

Arya took place on Sansa's right. Jeyne was at her left. Arya immediately began to pick in every plate with her hands, no matter what it was. "Arya, you should use your fork and your spoon," Sansa told her.

"Why? It's breakfast." She seized a long fish and started to eat it from one end to the other, juice running on her fingers. Sansa looked at her father and Robb for help, but they weren't about to do anything. They seemed to enjoy it. What would Sansa do in King's Landing? She would have to make sure that Arya sat far away from her at the feasts, especially when she would be with Joffrey.

"It is true that the Imp is going to the Wall with Jon?" Arya asked.

"Aye. Why, I don't know, but I suppose it can do some good to the Night's Watch to have a southern lord visit them," their father thought aloud.

"Why is Jon going to the Wall? Can't he come with us?"

"I'm afraid he can't. The capital is no place for Jon."

"Why?"

Their father was silent for a moment, then he spoke very carefully. "It's time for Jon to make a life for himself. He's almost a man, and it's a great honor to serve in the Night's Watch. The Starks have manned the Wall for thousands of years. Jon may not have your name, but he has your blood. He'll make our family proud at the Wall."

"Lord Tyrion said he wouldn't mind if Jon was to go in the Westerlands."

"He told you that?" Their father had a curious expression on his face.

"Aye. He said it wouldn't bother him."

Their father looked aside. "You shouldn't spend so much time with Tyrion Lannister, Arya."

"Why?"

"Let's just say he's not the best influence you could have. And Sansa is right, you should use your fork and your knife with this fish."

"The Lord of Casterly Rock doesn't always use them."

"Just like I said, he's not someone to follow."

Sansa somehow agreed with her father. Lord Tyrion may be a great lord, but she didn't like his way to behave. She once caught a discussion he had with Jon and Arya where he told them, while talking about Joffrey, that the more pretty someone was, the less brain he had. Arya had approved by giving Sansa as another example afterwards. Sansa didn't understand how Lady Margaery could be married with a man so unlike her. She remembered something Arya said at their arrival, that she was about twice his height. It wasn't the only thing making them entirely different. Sansa was glad she would never have this problem with Joffrey. At the same time, she admired Lady Margaery even more for that, to be married with this man and still behave perfectly, like a true great lady should.

A servant came in at this moment, bringing a lemon cake that Sansa commanded a moment ago. She ate it with delight and asked for another one once it was over. Her father allowed it since it was their last day in Winterfell. Sansa noticed Arya looking at her with envy. Arya loved lemon cakes too. Their father excused himself. He had duties to attend.

"When do you think you'll marry the prince, Sansa?" Jeyne asked her.

"I don't know. Soon, I hope," she replied.

"Father says it won't happen before a few years. You're too young to marry yet, Sansa," Robb said.

Sansa knew it, of course, but she was eager to wed the prince all the same. "I will wait."

"He says Sansa is beautiful," Jeyne added.

Sansa blushed. "Jeyne, please, you shouldn't make up stories." Sansa looked at her sister who wiped her hands from the fish's juice with a towel. "What did you think of Prince Joff, sister? He's very gallant, don't you think?"

"Jon says he looks like a girl," Arya answered, uninterested.

Sansa sighed. She was sorry for her half-brother. "Poor Jon. He gets jealous because he's a bastard."

"He's our brother," said Arya too loudly. A few in the Hall turned to look at them.

"All right, calm down, you both," said Robb in a low voice. "You'll have more than enough time to quarrel on your way to King's Landing."

They remained silent for a time. The servant came back with the second lemon cake Sansa asked for. Arya was looking away, angry. Is a ruined dress or a wrong behavior or a couple of unwanted jokes worth losing someone of your own blood? Sansa looked at the lemon cake. She already had one. She took the plate and handed it to her sister.

"Arya, I'm sorry I said Jon was a bastard. I shouldn't have. It wasn't kind."

Her sister looked dumbfounded, but she took the lemon cake. "Thank you, Sansa."

They kept eating in silence for a moment, Robb looking strangely at Sansa. After a moment, Arya asked a question to her brother.

"What do you think of the prince, Robb?"

"What I think of him? I'm afraid I agree with Jon. He looks like a girl. Sorry, Sansa."

He had a sorry look on his face. Sansa didn't agree, but she decided to let it pass. Robb had no reason to be jealous of Joffrey, to the opposite of Jon, and there was nothing evil in the way he said it.

Breakfast was interrupted when Septa Mordane came for Arya, telling her that she had to prepare her luggage again. Her clothes weren't properly arranged. Sansa didn't have to do the same, so she had some time for herself before they left.

She decided to make a tour of the castle before she made her farewells. Sansa was excited to go to King's Landing. She would marry Joffrey. Maybe it would only be in a few years, but they would marry one day. He was so handsome, gallant, tall and good-mannered, all the opposite of his father. His mother, the queen, was very kind, everything Sansa expected a queen to be. Princess Myrcella was very sweet and kind, the type of sister Sansa always dreamed of. They would be real sisters one day. Sansa would be queen. This was a dream, a song. Her song. It was just about to begin.

Still, Sansa was somewhat bitter to leave Winterfell. It had been her home and she had never left it. She had so many good memories. She would miss Robb, Bran, Rickon, and her mother. She would miss the godswood, the sept, the Great Hall, the maester's turret where she took her lessons with Luwin, the crypt, the glass garden, the library where she used to read about Florian and Jonquil or Ella. She remembered that the prince in the latter story, a young man named Kit, was very similar to Robb the way he was described. She visited every part of the castle, to see it one last time. She said goodbye to her old life, preparing for the new. She wondered if her mother felt the same when she left Riverrun.

Sansa arrived in the library. She realized quickly that she wasn't alone.

"Take this one. It's about dragonglass. I need enough to read on the road."

"You already have twenty books, my lord. This should be quite enough." She recognized the voice of the septon who kept the library.

"Not for me. Ty, bring all of these with you and pack them. I'll stay here. Maybe I'll find another book or two that are interesting."

Sansa saw a small boy emerge from the shelves with a cart full of heavy tomes. She recognized him to be Lord Tyrion's squire. When he saw her, he stopped.

"My lady," he said, blushing red.

"Hi." That was all that Sansa replied. "What are these?"

"Books that Lord Tyrion is borrowing for his trip to the Wall, my lady."

"I hope he'll like them," she said.

The squire seemed at a loss of words. "I must be going. I must prepare everything for my lord's departure."

The boy walked past her with the cart. As he did, the Lord of Casterly Rock emerged from the shelves in turn. He didn't greet Sansa and kept looking at the shelves. After a moment, Sansa cleared her throat and curtsied.

"Lord Tyrion."

He turned and seemed to realize she was there. "Oh, Lady Sansa. Please forgive me, I didn't see you." He turned back his attention to the shelves but kept talking to her. "You must look forward to your journey to the capital."

"Yes, I am, my lord."

"Hmm. I remember when I left my home for my first long journey. I was sixteen, only three years older than you. I travelled through the Westerlands with my brother. I wanted to tour the Free Cities of Essos, but my lord father forbade me. Still, it was a pleasant journey. I'll never forget it."

Sansa thought she heard a longing in his voice as he said the last words. "I'm sure the Westerlands are a beautiful place to visit."

"They are. Margaery told me she offered you to visit them one day."

"Yes, she did. Lady Margaery was very kind."

"Indeed, she is. Everyone loves her, me the first. Ah!" The cry came from nowhere. "Blood of Elves by Septon Sapkowski. There are chapters about dragons in it."

He began to browse the pages of the volume. Sansa remembered that her mother advised her to not read it. She said the content wasn't fit for a lady. "You like to read about dragons, my lord?"

"I do." His eyes didn't leave the pages. "When I went to King's Landing for my sister's wedding, the first thing I did was to search for the dragon skulls. They were kept in the dungeons. Our dear king hid them when he took the capital, to show the days of the Targaryens were gone, and probably because he couldn't suffer anything that made him think about the last of the dragons."

Sansa knew the story. Everyone knew how Robert Baratheon killed Rhaegar Targaryen on the Trident. "Rhaegar Targaryen kidnapped my aunt. He got what he deserved."

"Maybe. Though I'm not sure his wife and his children got what they deserved, or that all the poor men who died in this war deserved to die. To me, it seems strange to start a war that kills thousands of people only to save one. But again, the history of the Seven Kingdoms is full of these absurdities."

Sansa didn't know how to take it. Her father had fought the Mad King because he killed her grandfather and her uncle, and because the heir to the Iron Throne stole her aunt. Her father fought for those he loved, just like Robert Baratheon did. They did what true knights did.

Lord Tyrion looked at her over his books. He laid it down on a nearby table. "Sorry, my lady. I didn't want to cast a shadow on your day."

"No, my lord. You didn't," Sansa assured him, though it wasn't entirely true. Still, it was better to not make things worse.

The Lord of Casterly Rock looked at her carefully. She felt examined, just like the day he arrived. She didn't like it. "You will marry my nephew soon."

"Well, not before some time."

He made a strange face and looked aside for a moment. "I hope this will be a long time." Sansa didn't know what to think of it. "What do you think of your future husband?"

"He's very gallant, and kind."

The small lord pulled a face. "Do you love him?"

The question startled Sansa. That wasn't something she expected, especially not coming from this man. It wasn't the type of questions you asked. She looked at him. He was waiting for an answer. Sansa had to give one.

"Yes, I do, and I hope I will prove worthy to be his queen."

The Imp nodded and looked down for a moment. He walked to her and took one of her hands in his. "Well, in this case, I wish you all the happiness in the world, my lady. You'll need it."

He looked straight into her eyes. There was something strange in them. He looked… sorry for her. Why should he be sorry for her? He released her hand.

"Have a good day, my lady, and an eventless journey to King's Landing."

He grabbed the tome he left on the table and left on these words. Why did he look sorry for her? Surely Sansa misinterpreted his expression. Surely he only wanted to wish her well, nothing more. Why would he be sorry?

Sansa left the library after a moment and went to the glass garden. She had spent a lot of time in this place. It was beautiful, but she heard the gardens of King's Landing were far better and bigger. She couldn't wait to see them. She looked at the blue winter roses. Margaery said they didn't grow up in the south. She would miss them.

Joffrey offered her a flower to place in her hair two days ago, after he gave his sympathies for her brother's fall. He was so gentle, strong, tall, brave, kind, handsome. He was perfect. She would be his queen one day. They would have children together. She hoped they would look like him. She dreamed of him every night.

"I hoped I would find you here."

Sansa turned to see Lady Margaery right behind her. She hadn't heard her coming. "Margaery." She curtsied, but didn't forget to call her by her name this time.

"I'm glad to see you, Sansa. Though I'm afraid this will be the last time we meet before long."

"Yes, indeed." Sansa wished that Lady Margaery would follow them to the capital, but she had to stay with her husband who wanted to visit the Wall. Sansa didn't understand why the Imp wanted so much to see a great wall of ice. Joffrey would never force her to stay alone while he was far away, unless he was forced to by something important. She didn't see what was important in visiting the Wall, especially not for the Lord of the Westerlands when the Wall was in the North. That would be different it if had been her lord father.

"Let's walk." Sansa followed the lady. "Winterfell is a beautiful place."

"It is."

"Will you miss it?"

"I will, but my mother left her home a long time ago. I'll manage, just like her."

Lady Lannister nodded and smiled. "I still remember when I left Highgarden. I was sad of it, but I knew it would happen one day. And I'm quite happy at Casterly Rock."

"I'm sure I'll be happy in King's Landing too."

"You'll be my niece by alliance very soon."

"Yes, it's true." Sansa had almost not thought about it. Joffrey was the nephew of Lady Margaery, so her marriage with him would make them family, even if it would be only twice through marriage bonds. Joffrey was Lady Margaery's nephew by alliance after all. They shared no blood, not even indirectly.

"You know, Sansa, there was a time when it was King's Landing where I hoped to live."

"Really?"

"Of course. Do you think you're the only girl who ever dreamed of becoming the queen." Sansa's eyes widened in surprise. Lady Margaery laughed. "I was younger at the time, about your age. But I'm happy enough now. I wanted to be queen once, but today I wouldn't exchange Tyrion against any other man in the Seven Kingdoms."

Sansa was puzzled by what she just heard. Margaery Lannister had wanted to be queen before. That meant she had wanted to marry Joffrey. It left quite a strange impression on Sansa. Lady Margaery was Joffrey's aunt. Though, when Sansa thought about it, Margaery was of an age with Joffrey. She was eighteen and Joffrey was sixteen. Margaery had jewels, dresses, perfumes Sansa could never have, and her hair was arranged in such a complicated and wonderful way that Sansa didn't see how she could replicate it. She looked like a queen as much as the queen herself, while Sansa looked like a child, which she still was. She hadn't even bled yet. For a quick moment, Sansa felt jealous about the Lady of Casterly Rock, even threatened.

However, it left very quickly. She just said she wouldn't take a different husband from Lord Tyrion. That sounded just as strange for Sansa. She couldn't imagine someone preferring the Imp to Joffrey. Well, maybe Arya, but it was a special case.

Sansa found something else to talk about. "My mother was supposed to marry my uncle, Lord Brandon Stark, but he died and she married my father instead."

"Yes, I heard. What a horrible thing. No one deserves to die in this way. At least, it seems to me that your parents were happy together."

Sansa nodded. Indeed, they were. "I'm sure it will be just like that with Joffrey." She felt red coming to her cheeks as she said it.

"I hope so for you."

"Can't you really come with us?"

"No. I must stay. I'll wait for Tyrion to come back from his visit at the Wall, and then we'll go back to Casterly Rock. I may not see you until your wedding."

That would be a long time. "I could visit you to Casterly Rock," Sansa suggested.

"That would be my pleasure." Lady Margaery sat on a bench and Sansa joined her on her invitation. "I thought the North was a grim place when I saw it for the first time, but I have to agree with Tyrion now. It has its own charms."

"King's Landing is a beautiful place too, I'm sure."

"It depends." Lady Margaery said nothing more. Sansa didn't press the issue, but there was something else she wanted to ask her.

"How was it, when you left Highgarden? How did you feel, if I may?"

She smiled at Sansa. "I was sad, and excited, at the same time. My new life was waiting for me." That was exactly how Sansa felt right now. "I was afraid in some way, too."

"Afraid? Why?"

"Unlike you, I had never seen my betrothed before our wedding."

"You never met him before?"

"No. I only heard rumors about him, and let's say they weren't pleasant. Our families discussed about the betrothal, we made plans, chose a date, travelled to Casterly Rock. I arrived there, and next week I was married."

It seemed somewhat rude to Sansa, to marry a man you never saw before, especially when it was the Imp. And yet, Lady Margaery talked about it so casually that you could believe she talked about the weather. It didn't seem to bother her. Sansa felt a great respect for her all of a sudden. She had done her duty, just like her mother and Septa Mordane told her so often that she was to marry the man she was destined to.

"My only interaction with my future husband before this was a letter," Lady Margaery added.

"A letter?"

"Yes, Tyrion wrote me a letter before I came to Casterly Rock."

That surprised Sansa. She didn't expect that the Imp could be romantic. "What was in that letter?" Margaery looked at her with a surprised expression. Sansa realized she had made a mistake. "I'm sorry, my lady, it doesn't concern me."

She expected to receive a lesson, after asking something so impertinent to one of the greatest ladies of the Realm, but the lady in question only laughed. "That's all right, but you called me my lady again." Of all things, she didn't expect to be berated about that. "I will answer your question. The letter told me that if I wanted, I could call off the betrothal."

"What?"

"Yes. Tyrion told me that if it wasn't my wish to marry him, I only had to say the word and he would stop all discussions between our families. He gave me the choice to marry him or not."

"And… you said yes?"

"If it wasn't the case, do you think I would be here today?"

"Why didn't you refuse?"

Lady Lannister looked ahead of her, to a bench in front of them. "He was… kind in the way he gave me that choice. He told me who he was, everything bad and good about him. He hid nothing. He wanted me to be sure that I wanted to marry him. I didn't expect that, truth be told. According to rumors, Tyrion Lannister was a monster at worst, an ugly man at best, but that's not what I had the impression to see through his writing. I was curious, and I knew I would have to marry one day. So I said yes. We rode for Casterly Rock, I met him, and during the week before the wedding I tried to know him better. There was nothing about him that told me he was the monster that rumors depicted. Then we were married and it was done. Since that day, I have never regretted my decision, not a single moment."

She had a timid smile on her lips and looked far away, as if she was in a distant land. Sansa didn't exactly know what to say, so she just stayed there and did nothing while the Lady of Casterly Rock looked far away. After some time, she turned to Sansa.

"What can you tell me about Joffrey?"

Sansa was glad that she was asked about it. It was her favourite subject of conversation lately. " He's so handsome, and gallant, and gentle with me. He compliments me all the time. I couldn't dream of a better husband."

Lady Lannister scoffed. "That's quite different from the nephew I know."

"What do you mean?"

"The first time I met Joffrey, he said that Tyrion probably chained me at the altar to say my wedding vows. He told that while a dozen other people were present, including the queen, his brother, his sister and several of his cousins."

"He may not have felt well at this moment. Maybe he was in a bad mood," Sansa supposed.

"In this case, he's always in a bad mood. He was insulting for all his name day. If you ask my opinion, Joffrey is a spoiled brat."

"No, he isn't." Joffrey wasn't like that. Lady Margaery was wrong. She misjudged him.

"What do you know of Joffrey, Sansa? Don't tell me he is kind and gentle. Tell me what you really know about him. Do you know who are his best friends? What he does in his spare time? What he likes? Who are the people in his family he loves and those he cannot suffer?"

Sansa was at a loss of words. She couldn't find an answer. That was unfair. She would marry Joffrey one day. Margaery had no right to say she knew nothing about him. She knew things about him, many things, but right now she just couldn't find out something to say.

"I know enough about him," Sansa sputtered, trying to remain as ladylike as possible.

The Lady of Casterly Rock smiled at her. It was the same kind of smile that Lord Tyrion gave her an hour ago. A sad smile, as if she pitied her. She didn't have to pity Sansa. There was nothing to pity her about.

"Do you love Joffrey?" Again, she was asked the question. Did all the Lannisters decide to ask her the same thing?

"Yes, I do love him."

Lady Margaery shook her head. Sansa began to feel annoyed by all this. "Do you think I loved Tyrion when I married him?" Sansa didn't know what to answer to that. Could she say no? "You can say no, if you want. If I were in your stead, I know that's the answer I would think about, even if I didn't dare to voice it."

Sansa didn't dare to say it aloud. How could she answer no? "I'm sure Lord Tyrion is a good man," she said instead.

"He is, but I wasn't in love with him when we met. I barely knew him. I only had a letter from him before I came to the Rock, and after that we barely had time to know each other in the week before the wedding. There were so many preparations. We didn't have time to know each other. We got married, like two strangers. At the beginning of our marriage, there was nothing between us. I thought he was decent, but I couldn't be certain. I didn't know enough about him. We learned to know each other during our marriage. At first, we were barely acquaintances. Then we became allies, then friends, and one day, I realized I loved him. I didn't fall in love with him all of a sudden. Love didn't hit me, or him. We built it, through the time we spent together, getting to know each other, learning to appreciate the qualities of the other, to accept his flaws and to live together. I needed six months before I could tell that I loved him. But when I told him, I was sure to love him, because I knew him at the time. I knew the man I loved."

Sansa was hypnotized by Margaery's tale. It didn't sound like any tale she ever heard about. It wasn't like the stories she read, and yet, it had its own romantic side, to believe that a marriage without love could blossom with time.

"Do you know why I'm telling you this, Sansa? I was lucky. Tyrion could have been a monster. I didn't have time to know him enough before our marriage. I had a great chance to marry him. What if he had really been the monster some people said he was? The thing is, I didn't love Tyrion at the beginning because I couldn't love him. I didn't know who he was. If I had fallen in love with him the first time we set eyes on each other, I would have loved who I thought he was, and our beliefs are quite often far from the truth. I would have been disappointed in the end. You don't know Joffrey, Sansa. You cannot say you know him only after two weeks spent next to him in feasts. I didn't have the chance to know my husband before my marriage, but you have that chance. You have a few years before you marry. Use them wisely. Learn who is Joffrey, what he likes, what he does, how he behaves. This way you'll know better what to expect from a marriage with him. If you give your heart to him immediately, you may regret it all your life and condemn yourself to suffer in the future. Don't give your heart to Joffrey yet. He doesn't deserve it."

Sansa got angry at that. Joffrey was a prince, the heir to the Iron Throne. He would be king one day, and she would be his queen. He was going to be the greatest king there ever was, and she would sit by his side and bear him princes and princesses who would be kings and queens after him. Margaery Lannister was only jealous. She confessed that she wanted to be queen. Sansa would be the queen one day. Margaery would be nothing next to her when that day came.

Sansa stood from the bench and took a proud attitude of the lady she was. "I love Joffrey. I love him, and I will love him to the end of my life. He is kind, courageous, strong, and no man in the world will ever make me happier than him. I will be a good wife to him, and I will remain loyal to him forever. Now, if you'll excuse me, Lady Lannister, I must make my farewells to my siblings. I won't see them before long and it would be inappropriate to leave them without a last word."

Sansa turned on her heels and walked away. It was a good thing finally that Lady Lannister wouldn't follow them to King's Landing. She wouldn't speak to her again, except if circumstances forced her to. Her world wouldn't be destroyed by this woman's words.

"Joffrey is not who he seems to be. For your own sake, I hope you'll realize it before it's too late."

Sansa didn't listen to these words. She heard them, but she didn't listen to them. She wouldn't listen to lies. Her song was about to begin, and Margaery Lannister wouldn't ruin it. She wouldn't let anyone ruin it. No one would separate her from Prince Joffrey.


By the way, when Sansa thinks about stories she read, the second one, Ella, is a reference to the movie Cinderella released in 2015, where the charming prince, Kit, is played by Richard Madden, who also plays Robb Stark.

The book Tyrion finds in the library of Winterfell, Blood of Elves, by Septon Sapkowski, is a reference to a real book written by Andrzej Sapkowski, one of the books at the origin of the video game Witcher.

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