She still wore the heavy iron shackles around her ankles-a sign that she was not yet wholly trusted-but they did not hinder her sure strides down the steps. He did not seem to hear. A ruler who hides behind paid executioners soon forgets what death is. Jon had nothing to say to that.
He stood up. Put away your sword, Greyjoy, Robb said. Come back here! There's going to be lemon cakes and tea, Sansa went on, all adult and reasonable. She could not hate Joffrey tonight.
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