Drabble
She stares at him with horror, her husband, in his coat of red. He doesn't move and she remains silent. If only someone could come in, could say something to break the ice between them...
"Tyrion."
How odd was it to notice how weak she could become at the sight of this man.
"I am... pleased to see you..see you here, my lord."
The room in Dragonstone, large, dark, cold room, suddenly becomes too hot, too small for both of them. How could I ask him to leave? Maybe if I cry he will understand. Please Tyrion try to understand.