She knew it was bound to happen soon, with him being the Hand of the Queen. Just... not this soon. Repeatedly reading the scroll that Jon had sent her way did nothing to ease her anxiety. Anxiety or excitement? Her brother had kindly sent her this raven, warning her of his arrival. Tyrion was going to come to Winterfell before the rest of Daenerys' court to set up their arrival. Or so he said.
Sansa had nor seen her lord husband in years you see, she even assumed him dead. This marriage could easily be annuled, especially with Jon so close to the Queen. Even though he would certainly respect her wishes, Tyrion's condent wouldn't even be needed. Is this what she wants? She must think of a plan, at least make up her mind before his imminent arrival or...
- Lady Sansa?
- Yes Pod?
Podrick Payne had stuck his head in the opening of the door, trying to not intrude on his lady, and failing. He was a welcome presence in the castle, acting as a bidge between her life in the South and her life here. Even if he had just returned to her, he was somehow a constant. He would most certainly ease the awkwardness upon Tyrion's arrival.
- I'm sorry my lady, I was just told that lord Tyrion has just arrived in Wintertown, he has taken a room at the inn and..
- Nonsense, fetch him! she smiled.
Excitement. That's what it was.
- My Lady, lord Tyrion has said that he doesn't want to intrude. He...
She cut him off again
- Pod, tell me, what kind of wife would I be if i let my dear husband sleep in some inn?
He nodded and left.
Anxiety?
She wasn't sure of what she would do. As her reunion with Tyrion was approaching, she felt an equal amount of anticipation and dread. Wether she was ready or not, it was happening. As the Lady of Winterfell and Wardeness of the North, she had to meet with the Hand of her new Queen.