Tourney
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Sansa sat in the stands of the Tourney, watching with dead eyes. When the Queen had said that they were going to the Free Cities, Sansa had been ecstatic. That is, until she realized that she would be going with them. Horror at the idea seeped through her entire being; getting rid of her would be child’s play across the Narrow Sea.
They’d been there only a matter of days so far; Cersei and the rest of the Tommen’s council had been meeting nearly the entire time. An envoy from the Iron Bank had arrived two days after they did, and they’d been in intense talks ever since.
A Tourney had been organized at Tommen’s request; he wanted to see non-Westerosi fighters in action. A younger Sansa would have been excited to see everything, but now all she could think of were the many assassins and kidnappers that Cersei would have access to here. Noticeably twitchy, Sansa struggled to feign interest in the Tourney.
