She tried to smile bravely for him. "I love him, Father, I truly truly do, I love him as much as Queen Naerys loved Prince Aemon the Dragonknight, as much as Jonquil loved Sir Florian. I want to be his queen and havehis babies.
Sweet one, her father said gently, "listen to me. When you're old enough, I will make you a match with a high lord who's worthy of you, someone brave and gentle and strong. This match with Joffrey was a terrible mistake. That boy is no Prince Aemon, you must believe me."
He is! Sansa insisted. "I don't want someone brave and gentle, I want him. We'll be ever so happy, just likein the songs, you'll see. I'll give him a son with golden hair, and one day he'll be the king of all the realm, the greatest king that ever was, as brave as the wolf and as proud as the lion."
Arya made a face. "Not if Joffrey's his father," she said. "He's a liar and a craven and anyhow he's a stag,not a lion."
Sansa felt tears in her eyes. "He is not! He's not the least bit like that old drunken king," she screamed at her sister, forgetting herself in her grief.
Father looked at her strangely. "Gods," he swore softly, "out of the mouth of babes..." He shouted for SeptaMordane. To the girls he said, "I am looking for a fast trading galley to take you home.