When Sansa was led into the Queen's ballroom she found Cersei sat alone dressed a gown of pale yellow cut with white myrish silk and pearls, a diadem artfully balanced atop her golden curls. The girl looked at the queen with wide, nervous eyes.
The table before Cersei was laden with an assortment of fruit in a golden bowl and a half dozen lemon cakes on a silver platter. Cersei had noticed that Sansa seemed fond of them. Such a small detail, but one which would make the child think that Cersei cared.
"Your Grace," Sansa said with an obviously well-practiced curtsy, "It honors me to be permitted to dine with you."
Cersei smiled wide, revealing her perfect white teeth. "I know it does, you are such a polite young Lady, little dove. I wished to thank you for the letter you wrote and the words you spoke, you were perfect."
She patted an empty seat beside her, "You have done
our family and the realm a great service Sansa."
Sansa's eyes widened slightly. It galled Cersei to call her family 'our family,' As if the foolish girl in front of her could ever truly be a Lannister.
"I only acted as is proper for a future Queen, your Grace."
Cersei grimaced slightly but her smile returned in a fraction of a heartbeat.
"Of course you did."
Sansa stared down at the table in front of her, saying nothing. Several moments passed during which neither spoke.
"Your Grace. I know that Prince Joffrey is merciful and kind. And that he spared my father. But I still worry. The Wall is quite cold, and the Wildlings- Oh. And Robb will have to rule in his own right. I know that he will serve Joffrey ably, but he-"
Sansa stopped speaking. Cersei smiled at her, and beckoned her to continue.
"I am sorry, your Grace. I know it is all quite silly. You do not need to listen to my worries."
Cersei nodded. "You are eleven Sansa, some silliness is to be expected. Though it is
King Joffrey now. Remember that. Robert is dead. Joffrey sits upon the Iron Throne, we can't have anyone misunderstanding your lapse of memory for a lapse of loyalty." Cersei intoned levelly whilst restraining a snarl.
Sansa flinched. 'Good,' thought Cersei.
"But you do have a point, last I recall your brother was a boy playing with swords in the yard, a few years behind Joffrey but perhaps that is for the best, young men can be quite reckless…."
Cersei paused again thinking quickly, the dolt did raise a point if only by accident, with Ned safely frozen on the wall, dead in law if not in fact lands, titles and armies were in the hand of a boy with a Tully mother to whisper in his ear.
"Sansa, you may have much to learn but your heart is far more advanced than your brain and for that I thank the Gods, you are right of course, sending your father to the Wall is a harsh punishment and in his current condition he is unlikely to survive…but we did not reach that decision lightly, he is a traitor, mayhaps a traitor driven mad with grief but a traitor all the same. The Wall is one thing but if we were to show yet greater mercy, at a time when Renly and Stannis and your uncle and even your own Lady Mother seem to conspire against Joffrey from all directions, what message would that send? I fear that there is nothing to be done, unless…"
"Unlikely to survive…" Sansa looked startled at the suggestion, "I- I worry for him, but I know that he can- He has my uncle. And Jon. He can survive at the Wall! This is- Joffrey is merciful, your Grace."
Sansa's fists were clenched in her lap. Then she spoke again, sounding unsure.
"My mother, your Grace? I am certain that whatever occurred between her and your brother. With Lord Tyrion. Certainly it must be some manner of misunderstanding. I cannot- My mother cannot be a traitor, your Grace."
Sansa had begun to cry by this point.
"I am sorry, your Grace."
Cersei frowned in distaste before slowly pulling the girl into an embrace. Sansa began crying harder.
"Sansa, you need to be strong and brave. Misunderstanding or no, your family and many others have committed grave crimes against the realm and only you can save them. I will speak with Joffrey and the Small council and see if we can move them to show yet more mercy towards your father. But all of that will come to naught without you. You are going to be Joffrey's bride, mother of his children, a Lioness in your own way, like me."
She wanted to slap the stupid child and her own words tasted of sick. But needs must, there was an opening here she felt.
"So I need you to be brave, clever and above all else loyal. Can you do that my sweet girl? Can you proudly stand with your love, can you say and do and think everything you must in order to protect him? Even if you have not a moment's peace or rest until all know the Truth and Joffrey sits easily upon his rightful throne? Can I count on you to be a heroine of our own song? Even if it means standing against your own blood until they see reason?"
The Queen pulled Sansa closer, rubbing her back encouragingly.
"Yes," Sansa managed to say between sobs.
"Why?" Sansa asked. When Cersei did not answer, she continued, "Why did my father do this? So many people are going to be hurt. So many people have been hurt! Why did he lie about Joffrey?"
'Because he thought me weak and craven.' Cersei thought.
"Because he has suffered so much," she said instead, "He and Robert were close, brothers in all but blood and I think Eddard wished they could be even closer. And with his leg broken and milk of the poppy clouding his wits…it can be understood if never condoned that he became confused. Then Renly, Robert's mirror in so many ways, was on hand to whisper treason in his ear."
Cersei shook her head angrily. "I feel such anger at the thought of a good and noble man like Lord Eddard laid so low by love and fate. I only hope we can save him together, daughter."
There. Was that enough of a pretty song for the stupid girl?
"Closer, your Grace?" Sansa appeared confused, "Did he wish to be brothers by blood, as well? How would lying with Renly bring him that?"
Cersei looked away, "I cannot tell you, you are too young, too pure…there are some secrets that it is our burden to keep from those we love Sansa."
She hoped that Sansa could not see how close to laughter she was.
"Mayhaps, mayhaps it is enough to say there are different kinds of love and they drive us to do things many would consider unnatural."
"You can tell me your Grace, please! If I knew how Lord Renly deceived him, if it would help save him, even from his own treasonous actions, we could tell the King! Surely that could move him to mercy! You said that my father lied because he loved King Robert! Perhaps Joffrey would understand!"
Cersei beckoned a servant.
"Wine, two cups." She commanded. "This is not a conversation to be had unfortified." She warned somewhat incredulous that it had come to this.
For the briefest of moments she doubted herself but as always banished the unworthy weakness from her mind, this would work, it was a good plan and Cersei Lannister always triumphed in the end.