#joff equating killing with mercy

Olenna- Do you know my son, the Lord of Highgarden?
Sansa- I haven’t had the pleasure.
Olenna- No great pleasure, believe me. Ponderous oaf. His father was an oaf, as well. My husband, the late Lord Luther, he managed to ride off a cliff whilst hawking. They say he was looking up at the sky and paying no mind to where his horse was taking him, and now my son is doing the same. Only this time, he’s riding a lion instead of a horse. And now, I want you to tell me the truth about this royal boy, this Joffrey.
Sansa- I… I…
Olenna- You. You. Who else would know better? We’ve heard some troubling tales. Is there any truth to them? Has this boy mistreated you? Has he ripped out your tongue?
Sansa-Joff…King Joffrey, he.. his Grace is very fair and handsome and is is brave as a lion.
Olenna- Yes, all Lannisters are lions and when a Tyrell farts it smells like a rose. But how kind is he, how clever? Has he a good heart, a gentle heart?
Margaery- I’m to be his wife. I only want to know what that means.
Olenna- Bring me some cheese.
Servant- The cheese will be served after the cakes, my Lady.
Olenna- The cheese will be served when I want it served, and I want it served now. Are you frightened child? No need for that. We’re only women here. Tell us the truth. No harm will come to you.
Sansa- My father always told the truth.
Olenna- Yes, he had that reputation, and they named him traitor and took his head.
Sansa- Joffrey. Joffrey did that. He promised he would be merciful, and he cut my father’s head off. And he said that was mercy. And he took me up on the walls and made me look at it.
Margaery- Go on.
Sansa- I.. I can’t. I never meant.. My father was a traitor, my brother as well. I have traitor’s blood. Please don’t make me say anymore.
Margaery- She’s terrified, Grandmother. Just look at her.
Olenna- Speak freely, child. We will never betray your confidence, I swear it.
Sansa- He’s a monster.
Olenna- Oh, that’s a pity.
Sansa- Please don’t stop the wedding.
Olenna- Ha, have no fear. The Lord Oaf of Highgardens determined that Margaery shall be queen. Even so, we thank you for the truth. Aah, here comes my cheese.

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