The ragged crowd formed a procession and rushed toward the Red Keep together.
Unrest had broken out in the city from time to time lately. Refugees fleeing the war kept pouring into the capital, and many could survive only through robbery and murder. Under such circumstances, hungry people were everywhere.
An ordinary person was only a drop of water, but a great crowd was like a torrent, all the more so when they were starving and full of resentment.
"We want bread, King Joffrey!"
"We want bread! We want bread! King Joffrey, Queen Mother Cersei, Little Monkey Hand!" The people's voices grew louder and louder, seeming to shake the entire castle.
The Red Keep blazed with lights. The soldiers watched the stream of the Beggar Brotherhood below nervously as they shouted King Joffrey's name, seeking bread and comfort.
Because of the sudden crisis in King's Landing, all the Red Cloaks had been mobilized, and security at Maegor's Holdfast had slackened considerably. Sansa had finally found a small opportunity.
The Red Swordsmen of Maegor's Holdfast and one of the White Knights had all gone to find the king. Sansa Stark avoided the spying maids and slipped into the darkness, waiting until the warriors had gone far away before hurrying across after them. Her heart clenched when she saw the king. Fortunately, he did not notice her, so she continued toward the godswood.
Sansa could not forget finding that mysteriously appearing note. She wanted to take a chance. "If you want to go home, come to the godswood tonight."
Sansa's heart pounded wildly. She had prayed so hard all this time. Could this be heaven's answer?
Had the gods finally sent a true knight to save her? Perhaps it was one of the Redwyne twins, or the valiant Ser Balon Swann... or