Chapter 35
Sansa tapped her long fingers on the arm of her throne, awaiting the arrival of the petitioner who'd apparently travelled for days to see her. She hadn't long left the bed when the message arrived via a nervous looking servant. A man wanted to see her as soon as possible – without Tyrion. Anger spiked in her chest as she thought over the request. Whoever wanted to see her had better have a good explanation; she would not allow anyone to discriminate against her husband. Nevertheless, curiosity had gotten the better of her and fortunately Tyrion had still been sound asleep when she left.
Yesterday hadn't been a good day for Tyrion.
Their adventure in the tunnels had clearly taken a toll on him, leaving him tired and his movements stiffer than usual. As much as he'd tried to hide it Grey Worm's escape had unsettled him, casting a shadow over his mood. Tyrion had insisted he was fine all day but the truth had come out in the night. Sansa had been woken from her sleep by Tyrion's distressed murmurings, but it apparently wasn't his first nightmare of the night. When she'd turned to check on him Tyrion was propped against the headboard, a book in his lap and a small candle burning on the table next to him. He'd already had a nightmare but hadn't wanted to disturb her, so instead sat reading in the dark until he fell asleep and another terror haunted his dreams.
The Queen rubbed her temples; her poor husband.
No matter how much he tried to pretend the Wolfswood hadn't happened, Sansa knew there was no chance he could move past it so quickly. Much had changed in the eight weeks following the incident but what he'd experienced would cling to him for months to come. Sansa understood that better than most; on her worst days she could still feel Ramsay on top of her. Eventually she'd coaxed the truth from Tyrion; that he didn't want to die a victim. Grey Worm's appearance in the Wolfswood was something Sansa hadn't seen for herself and she was glad Tyrion had shared it with her, however horrible the story was.
'I wanted him to end it. I sat back so he had a clear target'
A chill swept through Sansa at what Tyrion had confessed. He'd looked so ashamed when he said it, but Sansa understood. The Tyrion she'd seen in the Wolfswood had been a broken man before the pain began – that he'd finally had enough by the time Grey Worm appeared was hardly surprising. Convincing him he was in no danger and there was no reason to be ashamed of what had happened in the Wolfswood had taken a while, but he'd eventually drifted into a deep sleep and Sansa was more than happy to let him get the rest he needed. She would deal with this petitioner quickly and join her husband for breakfast.
The Queen turned to one of the guards lining the hall "Where is this petitioner?"
"I don't know, your Grace. We told him you were on your way and he said he had to get something"
"Did you see his face?"
The man shook his head "No, your Grace – he was wearing a hood"
Several more minutes passed until Sansa was near ready to leave. The early days of her rule as Queen had been consumed by higher level politics and the smallfolk had been largely ignored by her. It wasn't something Sansa had paid much attention to at the time; until the consequences of her actions came back to bite her. An attempted rebellion, friends turning traitor and small folk who had no love for their Stark Queen, but respected their lion lord. Sansa was thrilled Tyrion had won such acceptance, and he'd done so acting as a true lord of Winterfell – not forgetting those he served. Finding the balance between the small folk and the larger issues in the North was a challenge but Sansa was determined to make it right.
That wasn't to say her patience was infinite.
Sansa was about to tell the guards to cancel the meeting when the main door of the great hall opened. Her eyes narrowed as she saw who the petitioner was.
"If this is supposed to be humorous I'm not laughing" called Sansa
Ser Bronn was dragging a heavy looking brown sack behind him, though he stopped just before the throne; making an exaggerated bow "The Queen in the North"
"How nice of you to return in time to leave" said Sansa
"Where am I going?"
"With Bran"
The lord of the Twins was covered in dirt and grime as he stood before her, reminding Sansa sharply of when she'd first met him in Kings Landing.
Bronn sighed, rubbing at his messy hair "What's the King done?"
"I'm sure you'll find out all about it" said Sansa "I'm more concerned with why I'm here and why you didn't want lord Tyrion to join us"
He quirked an eyebrow, dragging the sack forwards a few paces. It was then Sansa realised the sack was moving.
"To answer your question, you're here because I have a gift and Tyrion aint because I'm a thoughtful man"
Ser Bronn swung a kick into the side of the sack, his foot landing with a thud Sansa could hear from her place on the platform. He opened the top of the sack, grabbing hold of whatever was inside before wrenching it out before her.
Sansa's heart froze as she took in the wild face of Gawan Glover. The young lord's dark hair was overgrown and scruffy, and he had the beginnings of a scraggy beard. His left eye was swollen shut with a bloody gash above the eye. A gag covered his mouth and he was bound hand and foot as he squirmed on the floor.
Getting words to form was difficult, but Sansa eventually choked out the order "Seize him!"
Immediately the guards fell on Gawan, pulling him to his feet before the throne. Sansa drew in a ragged breath as her mind struggled to catch up with what was happening. Gawan was trying to say something but the gag kept him silent. Sansa didn't give a damn what he wanted to say; part of her wanted to give the order now. No trial, no words – only justice.
'Take his head' urged Cersei 'send it to his father'
Somehow she swallowed back the words, dragging her attention to Bronn. Satisfaction curled over the old sellswords mouth as he single-handedly delivered one of the men she'd spent weeks hunting.
"How?" she choked out "How did you find him?"
"I left Winterfell to drink and whore" said Ser Bronn, stepping past Gawan and closer to the platform "You hear funny things in inns and brothels. Whores and drunks tell the strangest tales. Like how they hear screams coming from just beyond the villages at night. How some of the whores were sure they were being followed"
Sansa's skin crawled as Bronn spoke, and she wanted nothing more than to kill Gawan then and there.
"Where?" she asked
"I found this sick little bastard castrating rabbits in a hut not far from the Dreadfort"
Gawan shook his head desperately as the guards tightened their grip, but Sansa felt sick to her stomach. She'd seen Gawan threaten to mutilate her husband in that manner. The letters Tyrion had received contained similar threats – letters that had stopped the day before last.
"I considered gutting him and bringing you his head but I thought you'd like the honour your Grace" said Bronn, resting his hand on his sword "Your kingdom, your rules and all that"
Sansa nodded, moving her attention back to Gawan and the guards holding him "Take him to the dungeon, put him in irons and keep him under constant guard"
"Aye, your Grace" answered one man, the rest quickly bowing their heads as they hauled the struggling Gawan away
The Queen turned to a servant hovering in the corner of the room "Have a bath brought to Ser Bronn's chambers and whatever food and drink he would like"
"You're too kind, your Grace" said Bronn, a smirk pulling at his mouth "was hoping to be back sooner but dragging the little shit here was hard work"
Sansa could only nod, a thousand thoughts racing through her mind – not least how she was going to tell Tyrion one of his tormentors was in the castle. A raven would be sent to Deepwood Motte and lord Glover would surely answer this time. For months she'd hunted the monsters that hurt Tyrion, and now she finally had one her most condemning evidence was gone. Grey Worm was the best witness they had against Gawan and Robin – and Bran had set him free.
The room was surprisingly bright when Tyrion stirred to life - far brighter than it usually was in the morning. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Tyrion pushed himself upright; grimacing at the stiffness in his body. Exploring the tunnels hadn't been his best idea.
"Sansa?" he called, glancing around the room. The Queen was nowhere to be seen and Lyon had seemingly decided to take her place in the bed.
"Have you seen Sansa?" he asked, nudging his friend
The direwolf gave a sleepy bark, rolling over to continue his nap. Judging by the sunlight streaming in from the window it was well into the morning - far too late for him to still be in bed. He turned to get up when his eyes fell on the note sitting on the table beside him.
To my sleepy lion,
A message came early asking that I see a petitioner in court, though I'd have much rather stayed cuddling with you. Nevertheless a Queen's work is never done. You had a rough night and needed a lie in, so don't even consider feeling guilty over it. You can think of it as a royal decree if it helps; the lord of Winterfell must be adequately rested.
I'll deal with this petitioner quickly and be back for breakfast my love.
Sansa
PS - You looked particularly adorable when I left
A smile crossed Tyrion's face as he read the letter. There was no denying how tired yesterday had left him. Both he and Sansa had crawled into bed last night having only the energy for a brief kiss before surrendering to sleep. No sooner had he closed his eyes did horrible dreams plague him; forcing him to relive his near death in the Wolfswood at the hands of Grey Worm. There was nothing new about someone trying to kill him – he'd been at the other end of a blade many times in his life. Yet somehow the Wolfswood was different; it was the first time Tyrion had accepted death. He'd spoken with Grey Worm but he hadn't pleaded for his life, he'd simply accepted this was the end. Tyrion had always believed death was final and to be avoided, but he'd stopped fighting in the Wolfswood – there'd been nothing left to fight for. Now the idea of surrendering so easily brought him nothing but shame. He should have fought to his last breath, not just accepted his former friend was going to execute him.
Tyrion had been tempted to wake Sansa and seek her advice and comfort, but she'd had so much to deal with yesterday. Rather than disturb her he'd tried to settle his mind with a book, until he fell asleep and yet more nightmares plagued him; this time his distress waking Sansa. Familiar guilt bubbled in his chest for his continued weakness. It shouldn't bother him - he was safe in Winterfell. Despite being in the safety and comfort of his home Tyrion couldn't entirely detach from the old fears clinging to him. The worry that something would appear to snatch his happiness away from him constantly lurked in his mind. Sansa had been as caring as ever, listening to his rambling and brushing away his fears and doubts with a practiced ease. Tyrion had always thought of himself as cursed, but if the Gods had given him one blessing it was his wife. Somehow Sansa's love was enough to stick together the broken fragments of his heart; enough to chase away the darkness that often threatened to grip him.
Deciding not to waste any more of the day in bed Tyrion extracted himself from the warm blankets and went about getting ready. He wouldn't allow Grey Worm's escape to bother him. He was the lord of Winterfell and the Queen's husband. There were plenty of things to occupy his mind and keep him busy. He relied so much on Sansa, but she could rely on him too. Whatever support she needed from him was hers, and Tyrion was determined to make that clear. They both struggled to rely on others to varying degrees, but things were improving. Ruling was a heavy burden and Sansa would never be left alone to bear it.
Tyrion was in the final stages of fastening his tunic when the door opened. He moved out from behind his screen, a smile on his face as he saw Sansa in the doorway.
"Good morning wife" he called, wandering over to her "You'll be pleased to know I made it out of bed"
The Queen returned his smile though it didn't reach her eyes. Tyrion didn't have chance to focus on it before Arya appeared behind her sister.
"Hello Arya" he greeted "joining us for breakfast?"
The Stark girls shared a look that made his heart sink to his stomach.
"Everything alright?" he asked, searching Sansa's face
"Why don't we all sit down" said Sansa, closing the door and moving towards the hearth. Arya caught his shoulder on the way past, steering him over to join them.
This was strange behaviour. After yesterday he'd thought Arya might ignore her sister for a little while over not punishing Bran, but the sisters seemed united in whatever was going on. His body moved of its own accord as he fought to repel the poisonous whispers of his own mind with the truth. There was no reason to be nervous; this was his home and they were his family. Whatever it was they could deal with it.
Despite his resolve, Tyrion was more than grateful when Sansa's hand closed around his; pulling him onto the chaise beside her while Arya took up position in an armchair. Tension hung in the air like a heavy fog and Tyrion sought some way to ease the nerves building in his chest.
"If this is about the drool on your pillow Sansa, I swear it was Lyon" he said, flashing her a smile
The Queen brushed her hand through his hair, her face softening "You can drool on my pillow any time sweetheart"
"Good to know"
Tyrion looked between them, noticing that Arya was staring at Sansa as if waiting for her to take the lead – something she didn't appear eager to do.
"What's going on?" he asked, unable to stomach it any longer "You're both acting strangely"
"Just tell him" said Arya "You're making this more complicated than it needs to be"
"It's not an easy thing to explain" snapped Sansa, shooting a glare at her sister
"Let me do it"
"No" said Sansa "He's my husband"
"Hurry up then" said Arya, slumping in her chair "There's a lot to do today and you're making Tyrion nervous"
Immediately Sansa's eyes found his, concern brimming in the pools of blue.
"I'm not nervous" said Tyrion, smiling at his wife in an effort to reassure her
Arya rolled her eyes "We all know you're thinking of apologies for things you haven't done big brother"
"Why did I even let you come?" said Sansa, pinching the bridge of her nose
"Because you need me. There are things to do and if I left you two alone you'd waste the rest of the morning staring at each other or fucking" said Arya
"You're in a charming mood" said Tyrion, raising an eyebrow at the younger Stark
Tyrion thought he might revise his earlier opinion. While Arya was apparently working with Sansa on whatever this was, she didn't seem to have completely forgiven her for yesterday. Sympathy wound through Tyrion as he took his wife's hand. Bran's betrayal had hurt both of them but unlike Arya, Sansa had to act as a Queen first and then a sister. Whatever her personal feelings were over Bran's actions they came second to her duty to the North – and a relationship with the King of the Six Kingdoms was vital to that.
"Sansa whatever it is, you can tell me" he said, squeezing her hand "You're always here for me – let me help you too"
"I don't want you to worry..." she started, drawing in a deep breath "but Bronn returned this morning. It turns out he was the petitioner who wanted to see me"
"What did he want?" asked Tyrion
The Queen bit her lip, her voice softening "He brought a prisoner back with him; he caught Gawan Glover"
Of all the things Sansa could have said Tyrion had never imagined that. A coldness spread through Tyrion's chest, chilling him from head to toe as his heart picked up pace. The monster was here; the creature that cut him to pieces every night and whispered threats in his ear throughout the day.
"You ok Tyrion?" asked Arya, sitting forwards in her seat
Both of the Starks were watching him with worry and Tyrion forced his mouth upwards into a smile "This is good news isn't it? We may have lost Grey Worm but Gawan is more valuable – he will have information on where Robin is hiding"
Sansa nodded, though her face was grim "That's true, but Grey Worm was a valuable witness against them. I'm so sorry Tyrion – I'd like to execute him immediately but I can't"
Of course. Gawan was the heir to Deepwood Motte; no doubt lord Glover would soon be on his way to defend his son. It struck him then why Sansa seemed so troubled. She hadn't killed Grey Worm in order to use him as evidence against Robin and Gawan, but without him it was Tyrion's word against theirs. Sansa had seen the Wolfswood and she knew exactly what Robin and Gawan had done, but that was hardly evidence either. No-one would have cared if she'd taken the head of an Unsullied captain loyal to Daenerys, but taking Gawan's head would be a political battlefield.
"It's alright Sansa" he said, smiling at her "I quite understand. Whatever I can do to help, please let me – you needn't carry this burden alone"
"I swear to you Tyrion he will face justice, but for now he'll remain our prisoner. Maester Wolkan is sending a raven to Deepwood Motte as we speak" said Sansa, cupping his face "I don't want you to worry. Gawan will be kept under constant watch by several guards – he won't be anywhere near you"
"Sansa's right" said Arya, leaning across the arm of her chair "he won't leave this castle alive and you won't have to see him"
"Lord Glover will be furious when he arrives" said Sansa "but you don't owe him or anyone an explanation of what happened in the Wolfswood. If you don't want to talk about it, or you feel uncomfortable at all just tell me"
"Or you can tell me and I'll separate both their heads from their bodies" said Arya, shooting him a wolfish grin
"Thank you both" said Tyrion, forcing some cheer into his tone "I appreciate your concern more than you could ever know – but I'm fine. I want to help in any way I can"
Arya bounced from the chair, patting his back on the way past "See? I told Sansa she was worrying for nothing. You must be happier than anyone that we've got one of the bastards"
"Absolutely" he said, ignoring the way his skin crawled at the thought of Gawan in the castle "Why would Bronn help us?"
Sansa shook her head "I've no idea, but he's managed to do what we couldn't in weeks"
Arya leaned over the back of the chaise "I think I won't kill him for wandering off, seeing as he's done something useful. He's certainly not my least favourite guest now"
Tyrion didn't need to think hard on who now held that title. While the search for Robin and Gawan had been ongoing for weeks without any progress, part of Tyrion had hoped it would all eventually fade away like a bad dream. Not that he wanted them to get away with what they'd done...he just didn't want to relive it.
It was too late for that. Gawan Glover was in Winterfell and Tyrion would have to find a way to live with that until he could be executed. The lord of Winterfell would try to forget about him. Grey Worm had been prisoner for weeks and his mind had mostly avoided thinking of him in the dungeons below. Besides, thinking of Gawan would only darken his mood. Sansa spent far too much time worrying over him as it was – this time he would support her. When lord Glover arrived the game would truly begin, testing Sansa's leadership of the North. The Queen would need a clear mind to handle the situation and Tyrion would do whatever possible to help.
He was the lord of Winterfell and Gawan was a stupid boy. He may have been helpless in the Wolfswood but Winterfell was his home – Gawan was at their mercy this time.
Bronn sighed, sinking deeper into the chair. As much as he disliked the North he'd expected to have at least a few more days to enjoy the comfort of Winterfell before traveling back to Kings Landing. There was no chance of that anymore.
He rubbed the side of his head, levelling a glare at Ser Davos "You're telling me the King took control of some poor bastard and freed his sister's prisoner?"
"Yes"
"And he showed the Queen what happened to Tyrion in the Wolfswood by doing whatever the hell he does with the trees?"
Brienne nodded, crossing her arms "More or less"
Bronn looked between Ser Davos sipping wine in the chair opposite him and Brienne warming herself in front of the hearth, before swivelling in his seat to face Podrick "How the fuck did you end up lord of Casterly Rock?"
The young Knight's face flushed a bright red "Lord Tyrion suggested it"
"I don't believe it"
Ser Davos scoffed "Everything we've just told you and that's what you find hard to believe?"
"It aint hard to believe everything went to shit without me" said Bronn, smirking at the older knight "that Pod's somehow got a nicer castle than me is"
"You have two castles" said Brienne, scrunching her nose
"Aye, but they aint Casterly Rock"
"You can't have it" said Pod, his voice firmer than usual "I'm its lord now"
Bronn narrowed his eyes at Pod's glare, before barking out a laugh "Easy there lord Payne, I don't want Casterly Rock – nice to know you're willing to defend it though. About time you got a voice"
The younger man's face softened, nodding slightly. It was more than time for Pod to get some kind of reward. The lad had fought at Blackwater and in the Long Night, serving with honour each time. He was loyal to a fault and all he'd gotten for it was a Knighthood that meant nothing and the job of standing outside Bran's door all day. Bronn had learned long ago that nice people always lost out. The only way to win was to take what you wanted; otherwise you'd end up being walked all over.
Drawing his attention back to the haggard face of Ser Davos, Bronn decided his approach to life was clearly superior. The Kings hand seemed greyer than usual, as if serving Bran had aged him. That was something Bronn could understand. By all accounts the Starks were furious with their brother and sleeping in the same castle as a pissed off Arya would give anyone sleepless nights.
"So when are we leaving?" asked Bronn
"Midday" said Ser Davos, tapping his shortened fingers against the arm of the chair "I wouldn't expect it to be a tearful goodbye"
"How did you manage to find Gawan Glover?" asked Brienne
The old sellsword rolled his eyes. He knew it wouldn't take long for one of them to ask the question.
"You sound surprised" he challenged, moving his gaze to the lady knight
"I am" she said "Half of the North has been searching for weeks, yet you find him in days"
"They weren't looking in the right place or asking the right people"
"Who did you ask?"
Bronn shrugged "You don't ask so much as ya listen. That's when you hear them all talking about how the abandoned keeps are haunted. That's when ya see the groups of men meeting up in the local inn and then disappearing"
"Disappearing where?" asked Davos
"Different places from the bits I heard, but the ones who left the villages were all being recruited for something"
"You saw Robin Flint and Gawan Glover recruiting these men?"
"Course not" snorted Bronn "even they aint that dumb. I reckon it was there people recruiting for them. I tried following the trail but the North's that damned spread out it's near impossible. I found the piece of shit in the dungeon on his own in some hut near the Dreadfort. Vicious bastard was hacking animals to bits"
"How did you know it was him?" asked Pod "It could have been anyone"
Bronn held his tongue from answering. The whole of the North was still talking about what had supposedly happened in the Wolfswood and the rumours were enough to paint a picture of the monsters responsible. In the days he'd been gone Bronn had followed a few dead ends searching for Robin and Gawan, but when he'd followed the trail of mutilated animals to a shabby hut he knew he'd found the right person – the evidence was undeniable.
The lord of the Twins turned his face into a smirk, lifting his chin "You think I'd survive so long as a sellsword if I couldn't find the right person?"
Searching through Maester Wolkan's room before he left Winterfell had shed light on many things, all originating from a stack of letters addressed to Tyrion. Neither Bran nor the Stark girls had mentioned anything about letters being sent to Tyrion, and Bronn wasn't going to spread it about; the contents was stomach churning.
"However you did it, thank you" said Brienne, inclining her head "I'm sure it means a lot to Sansa and Arya – not to mention to Tyrion"
"Aye" said Ser Davos "hopefully it'll ease some of the tension between the King and his sisters. Never thought I'd say it but you're no longer the biggest problem on this trip"
"There's still the trip back to Kings Landing" said Bronn "Reckon I'll piss you off before we get back"
"Best not in the Westerlands" said Davos "or you'll be dealing with Lord Payne"
"Why are we going there?"
"To introduce Pod as the new lord" said Brienne
The new lord of Casterly Rock nodded "We're stopping in the Neck to pick up Meera Reed too – she's replacing me as sworn shield"
Bronn folded his arms, glaring at all of them "You better be joking"
"No" said Brienne "King Bran has already arranged our route back to Kings Landing. It should take about five weeks given the detours"
"Look on the bright side" said Ser Davos, raising his cup in a mock toast "it won't be as bloody cold as up here"
Bronn slumped in his chair, coming to terms with their travel plans. All he wanted was to get back to Kings Landing and sleep, not go on a meandering political tour of Westeros. They'd be saying goodbye to Pod too, meaning he'd be left alone with Davos and Brienne.
"Any of you shits think about getting in the wheelhouse with Bran I'll gut you before your arse touches the seat" he warned
Brienne nodded her assent "I think you've earned the first break from riding"
"I don't think anyone will fight you for it" said Pod, a frown pulling at his face "not after Bran took control of the guard's mind"
"If he wants to take control of my mind he's welcome to try" said Bronn, ignoring the cold prickling at the back of his neck "things I've seen will soon scare him off"
Arya stood back, observing the men as they covered over the hidden path they'd emerged from yesterday. Now that they knew about it the exit would be sealed off; leaving it open was too much of a risk, no matter how obscure it was. Particularly since Grey Worm knew about it. Sansa had given the order almost immediately after they found it and Arya couldn't blame her sister. A path that led into the heart of Winterfell was too much of a security risk. Nevertheless, Arya had requested the tunnels not be destroyed. There was no telling how many other passages were hiding among the one they'd followed yesterday, and if they could find them they could use them – or if necessary destroy them.
"It's almost a shame" said Tyrion, watching the work beside her "The tunnel would make an excellent escape route if Winterfell were under attack, but it could also allow enemies in"
"Too many guards saw us use it. If only one person tells another it's not a secret anymore" she said
"True, though it was a rather fascinating discovery despite the circumstances"
Arya snorted "You should have seen Sansa's face when she realised where you'd gone. I'm sure she nearly cursed"
"I don't believe that. Your sister speaks nothing but sweet words" said Tyrion, though his face had reddened at the reminder of yesterday "Sansa's too much of a lady – unlike you"
"I never wanted to be a lady"
"I wanted to be High Septon once" said Tyrion, a faraway look in his eyes "the vows of chastity were something of a turn off however"
"Why High Septon?"
"I'm a Lannister; if I do something I must be better than everyone else"
Arya's mouth turned upwards "Why would you ever want to join the faith? You're a sceptic"
"I couldn't be a Knight and Father would never allow me to become lord of Casterly Rock. What is a highborn dwarf to do?" he said "I wanted to be a Maester once but that was also forbidden – Lannister's do not serve"
"What would your father have done with me if I was born a Lannister?" asked Arya.
Working as lord Tywin's cupbearer had given her a strange impression of the man. On the one hand he was cruel and cold, but a dark part of Arya knew she could be the same. The war between their families had erupted because their mother took Tyrion, and at the time Arya had thought of all Lannister's as evil. Time and experience had changed her perspective somewhat – if one of her family was taken she would do anything to get them back. Despite her grudging acceptance that the war between their families wasn't purely because of Lannister cruelty, Arya still found herself hating Tywin. The way he'd treated Tyrion was unforgiveable.
"He'd have married you off as he did Cersei" said Tyrion, glancing warily up at her "I hate to say it but in that respect you do share a similarity with her"
She raised an eyebrow at Tyrion "Your explanation had better be good"
"Cersei resented the role she was forced to play. She hated me even as a child, but I do recall how furious she was when she began to understand the differences between her and Jamie. They gave him a sword and her a sewing needle"
Arya nodded grudgingly "Mother used to try and make me a proper lady, but father wasn't as strict. He said I reminded him of Lyanna"
"By all accounts a fierce woman, much like yourself" said Tyrion
She turned her attention back to the men setting stones over the grille they'd emerged from yesterday. It was hardly surprising that there was a network of passages beneath Winterfell but finding them had always proved problematic. Now they knew of the entrance in the dungeons Arya had every intention of uncovering as much as possible. The mechanism that had revealed the passage had managed to hide it for decades at least. It was likely similar mechanisms could be found in Winterfell now they had an idea what to look for.
When Sansa had knocked on her door this morning Arya hadn't been inclined to speak with her. As far as she was concerned Bran was getting away with what he'd done and Sansa was letting him. Unfortunately she was unable to ignore Sansa's frantic knocking and the news that Gawan Glover had been captured was enough for her to temporarily put aside her annoyance with Sansa.
She glanced sideways at Tyrion as he wound his hand through Lyon's fur. Her sister had been worried about how to tell him Gawan was in the castle, but to Arya it was simple; just tell him the truth. The news hadn't unsettled Tyrion as much as Sansa's behaviour had. Arya had seen him growing more worried the longer Sansa dragged out telling him, rather than if she'd just come out with it. While Arya generally preferred a blunt approach she wasn't oblivious to how Tyrion might be nervous having one of his attackers so close.
"Are you worried Gawan's here?" asked Arya
"Of course not" he said, forcing a smile "Why would I be?"
"No reason at all" said Arya, grasping his shoulder "He won't be leaving Winterfell"
"Good"
Arya didn't entirely believe Tyrion but she wasn't going to push him either.
"I'm going back into the tunnels this morning if you want to join?" she asked "This exit may be sealed off but who knows how many other routes can be found under there"
"A tempting offer" he said
"You and Lyon would be a big help"
Tyrion rolled his shoulders, grimacing "I fear yesterday's exertion quite exhausted me"
"Come with me now and take a nap later then. Sansa won't mind – for some reason she finds you endearing"
"Your sister does seem rather fond of me" he said "though I'm afraid I'll have to decline this time"
"Aww Tyrion..."
"Sorry" he said, patting her arm "but I have duties to attend to"
"Like Sansa?"
"Sansa is a blessing and not a duty, but I was referring to my actual duties" he said, quirking an eyebrow at her "you also have a duty today"
Arya stiffened "No, I don't"
"He's your brother..."
"Someone should tell Bran that"
Arya crossed her arms, stepping away from Tyrion to watch as the men worked on covering the tunnel. His footsteps crunched through the snow behind her as he caught hold of her arm.
"Wait!" he said "I know you're upset with Bran but you won't feel like this forever"
She turned to face him, shrugging out of his grip "Don't you have duties to attend?"
"I'm dealing with one right now" he said, levelling her with a gaze "As your brother I must advice against ignoring Bran"
"Why? After everything he's done, why should I forgive him? He's done nothing but cause problems since he came here; he was cruel to Sansa, he put you in danger and he doesn't want to be part of the pack!"
Arya didn't realise she'd raised her voice until Lyon barked, gazing up from the rocks he was sniffing around. The men working on the tunnel were casting subtle glances across at them too.
Tyrion's eyes were brimming with sympathy "I don't think that's true. Out of all of us, you're the one who trusts in Bran the most – the closest with him"
"Not anymore. Bran did everything to push me away"
"That's exactly my point" said Tyrion "I think Bran distanced himself from you deliberately"
"Of course he did"
"What I mean is, Bran knew you would be the most hurt by his actions. He claims he cannot see the future, but I believe he has some kind of sense for it. You say Bran pushed you away, I say he was trying to protect you – in his own twisted way" said Tyrion, a sad smile crossing his face "Bran knew what he was going to do would hurt you the most, I think he tried to warn you in advance; so the betrayal wouldn't hurt quite as much when it came"
Arya narrowed her eyes "You're assuming a lot. You're assuming Bran's still capable of caring"
"I believe he is"
"He does an excellent job at hiding it"
"Much like Sansa did"
Arya froze at Tyrion's soft reminder of Sansa's icy behaviour. Seeing them together now it was hard to remember that hadn't always been the case. The first few months of her reign, Sansa had been as cold as winter – they'd all endured it, but none more so than Tyrion. It was months later but Arya still recalled sitting on the battlements with Tyrion as he came to terms with his upcoming marriage.
"It's not the same thing" said Arya, her shoulders slumping
"Perhaps not. The reasons for their coldness couldn't be more different, but beneath it all are the people we love. You've seen how different Sansa is now. It took me a while to believe it, but I don't doubt Sansa loves me – though I'm still not sure why"
Arya's mouth twitched upwards "You've charmed her somehow"
"A mystery of life" he said "I forgave Sansa – you could give Bran another chance. The three-eyed raven isn't something the rest of us will ever understand"
"Bran isn't sorry for what he's done Tyrion. Whatever he does he shows no remorse"
Tyrion sighed, running a hand through his curly hair "I cannot speak for Bran, I can only tell you my own view on the issue"
"Understood" she said, turning away from him "if you're not going to join me, I'd best get started on those tunnels"
She'd taken only a few steps before Tyrion's voice brought her to a halt.
"Don't miss the chance to say goodbye to your brother – you never know when it will be the last"
Arya turned around but Tyrion was already walking back to the gate with Lyon at his heels. She grit her teeth, turning back to her own destination and trying to ignore the ache in her chest. It was a hard lesson to learn, but Bran was gone. She wouldn't cling to the ghost of a brother long dead anymore; no matter how much she wanted to believe Tyrion's words.
It was the library where Bronn came across the Queen in the North – and fortunately there were no other wolves in sight.
"Your Grace" he called, sauntering into the otherwise empty library.
Sansa was sat at a small desk with several books spread out around her. She stiffened at the sound of his voice, but the panic that flashed across her face was quickly replaced by the neutral face of a Queen.
"Ser Bronn" she greeted, eyeing him warily as he approached the desk "Can I help you with something?"
"Not unless you can tell the King to go straight back to Kings Landing. I'm getting too old to be trawling all over the bloody country"
"I would if I could" she said "Were you looking for Tyrion?"
"Nah" he said "little wolf don't want to talk to me no more"
Sansa raised an eyebrow "My husband's sigil is a lion. Were the banners in the great hall not clear enough?"
"He don't seem much like a lion these days" said Bronn, pulling over an empty chair to sit opposite the Queen. The young woman narrowed her eyes at the action but made no protest.
"Tyrion's been through a lot, but he'll always be a lion"
"Aye, I've heard plenty of things about what happened to him up here. Reckon it was Kings Landing that broke him though"
"He isn't broken, but what happened in Kings Landing can't have been easy for him. Daenerys slaughtered a city and turned on him"
"I meant the trial for killing Joffrey" said Bronn, meeting the Queen's icy blue eyes evenly "Poor sod was left alone to deal with that mess"
Sansa's face tightened "I was taken by littlefinger; I had no choice"
Bronn held his hands up "He was a slimy bastard for sure. I just wondered if you ever thought about your husband scheduled for death in Kings Landing while you were with littlefinger"
"No, I didn't" she said, her voice turning icy "I was rather busy being sold to the Bolton's and dealing with my aunt Lysa"
"She was a right crazy bitch" he agreed
"Why are you asking me this?"
"It just seems strange how you went from not wanting anything to do with Tyrion to dragging him North and marrying him again"
The Queen's face flushed as she pursed her lip "That's not really your concern"
Bronn shifted in his chair, eyeing the woman opposite him. The difference from the little girl in Kings Landing and the Queen studying him like supper was impossible to miss. Bronn had heard many tales of how badly she'd been treated and he didn't doubt she was an unwitting pawn in Littlefinger's plan – but she needed to know Tyrion hadn't forgotten her as easily as she'd forgotten him.
"Tyrion asked for you in Kings Landing" he said, gauging her reaction "Pod went to get a list of people who might witness for him and you was the first person he asked for. He didn't know you'd escaped with LIttlefinger"
She dropped her gaze, biting her lip "He did?"
"A lot thought you were in on it given how you left, but Tyrion insisted you were innocent. Until Shae told her lies of course – made you both seem guilty"
"He never said he asked for me" she said quietly
Guilt crept into the Queen's face, softening her icy image. The point of this talk wasn't to make her feel guilty – Bronn knew she'd suffered horrendously in Kings Landing and hadn't wanted to marry Tyrion. At the same time Bronn wanted to make sure she understood; that there had been someone trying to protect her in Kings Landing.
"It was a long time ago anyway" he said "he never blamed you for leaving or nothing"
"Why are you telling me this?"
"Tyrion didn't want you to be married to him. He thought you'd suffered enough" said Bronn "even when his father was pressuring him to bed ya he refused. Do you know why?"
"He's a good man"
"Aye, but he wanted you to like him" said Bronn, grimacing "poor bastard was stuck between you and Shae. You wanted nothing to do with him and Shae loved him. He sent her away the day of Joffrey's wedding and it tore him to pieces; all because he wanted to be a good husband to you and his family were making his life hell. She was jealous of course and you heard about the trial"
"Is there a point to this, or are you just trying to make me feel bad? I had no control over any of that"
Sansa's blue eyes were glistening as she glared at him and Bronn wondered if this had been a good idea after all. If Tyrion was going to stay here it only seemed right Sansa understood things. That Tyrion wanted nothing to do with him anymore had stirred a rather unpleasant feeling in his stomach, as had his accusations that Bronn saw him as nothing more than a bag of gold. With Jamie dead someone had to look out for him.
"The point is I don't want the little shit to get hurt again. You heard about Tysha and you know what Shae did. His own damned family tried to kill him" he said, leaning forwards in his chair and locking eyes with the Queen "Despite all that he's somehow fell in love again. I hate to say it but he's happy here"
"I love him" said Sansa, her voice strangely tender "we're his family now"
Bronn sat back "Aye, and don't you bloody forget it"
Sansa stared at him a moment longer before nodding, her mouth twitching upwards "Understood. Though this goes both ways. If you do anything to upset Tyrion I'll have your throat slit and bury you in the coldest place I can find"
Some of the tension dissolved between them at their new understanding. Just because Tyrion had been banished North didn't mean he was alone. If the wolves turned on him Bronn had two castles for him to stay in.
"You gonna kill that shit in the dungeon?" he asked
The Queen's face darkened "I'd do it now if I could, but there'll have to be a trial of some sort"
"If I had a son like that I'd bury him myself. Sick bastard was surrounded by dying animals when I found him. He'd cut the cocks off most of them, and half-skinned others"
"He will die one way or another" she said "whether his father agrees or not Gawan won't leave here alive"
Bronn nodded "You should know they're recruiting men from the villages. A few of the places I went there was meetings going on in the corners of the inns, whispers of men heading further North"
Sansa grimaced "We've had no luck finding them until you found Gawan – there are just too many places to hide in the North. Arya will take answers from Gawan, and enjoy every moment of it"
"I wouldn't mind watching that"
"Neither will I"
Ser Davos rubbed his beard as he wound his way through the halls of Winterfell. In a couple of hours they were leaving the castle to start the slow journey back to Kings Landing. Bronn had wandered off to do something or other but Brienne and Pod had thankfully taken charge of readying the departure. For all the days they'd been at Winterfell Davos hadn't had time to make this visit. The life of a Kings hand was apparently one of constant work. He slowed his steps as he approached the Queen's chambers. He'd hoped to have more time to speak with Tyrion but work kept him busy and the lord of Winterfell didn't seem eager to converse with the visiting party beyond basic small talk.
He rapped on the door, clutching his gift in the other hand.
The door opened a moment later to reveal Tyrion, his eyes widening in surprise.
"Ser Davos" he greeted "if you're looking for Sansa I believe she's in the library"
"I was looking for you actually"
"Oh" he said, his brow furrowing "Would you like to come in?"
He followed Tyrion over to the chairs next to the roaring hearth, dropping into the armchair at one side. Tyrion moved aside an open book he appeared to have been reading before taking his seat across from him. Lyon was lying in front of the fire, raising his head long enough to glance at Ser Davos before resuming his lazing.
"What can I do for you?" asked Tyrion "I can send for some wine if you like"
"No, thank you" he said "If I'm going to deal with Bronn on the way back to Kings Landing it helps to be sober"
"In my experience it helped to be drunk. Though my wine drinking days are behind me now"
"Aye, and I'm filling the gap you left"
Silence settled between them and Ser Davos searched for something to say. When Davos had met Tyrion, the little Lannister was never short of words but over their time at Winterfell it was increasingly obvious he wasn't that man anymore. He was quieter and more reflective than he used to be, though his mind appeared no less sharp for the change in him.
Ser Davos pushed up from his chair, remembering the gift in his hands "Here, this is for you"
Tyrion accepted the package with confusion as Ser Davos returned to his own chair.
"Bran told us you'd been taken in Kings Landing and they were hurting ya...we all felt bad. None of us liked how you were sentenced by the way – we all thought it was harsh. Anyway we all tried to write to you and send a few things North but Bran stopped it. He said it wasn't time; but now I'm here I can give it to you myself"
He watched as Tyrion pulled off the packaging to see the heavy navy cloak.
Tyrion's mouth turned upwards "Thank you"
"Your welcome" said Ser Davos "reckon you need it with this bloody cold"
"It takes some getting used to" he said, running a hand over the heavy material "Pod brought me books, Brienne brought me my brother's belongings and now you give me this – forgive me Ser Davos but I can't help but wonder why"
Ser Davos nodded in understanding "Must seem strange after you were left alone all those weeks in the dungeon. It wasn't that we didn't want to see you – but Bran forbid it"
"I quite understand" he said quickly
Surely it had seemed strange to Tyrion when they all greeted him so warmly after ignoring him in Kings Landing. He wasn't to know Bran had ordered he be left alone – that no-one was to communicate with him in Kings Landing or when he went North. To Tyrion their friendship would seem fickle at best.
"It was wrong though. I was as guilty as you" said Davos
"I don't think that's true. I helped Daenerys come here – I should have stopped her"
"No-one could have stopped her" he said "She wouldn't listen to anyone after what happened to Missandei"
Heaviness settled over them at the memory of Kings Landing. The destruction and death often haunted his own sleep, but for Tyrion it had been the end of his family and everything he believed in. Someone had needed to take the blame following Daenerys's death and everyone had been quick to turn against Tyrion. All those he'd thought were friends while he was the Queen's hand had abandoned him when the tables turned. Davos had seen first-hand how furious Grey Worm was when Tyrion was sentenced – not many weeks before the two had worked together.
Tyrion shifted in his chair, forcing a smile "So how's life as Bran's hand?"
"Exhausting" he said, slumping in his seat "I thought Bran would be easy to serve. Figured he can see what's happening in his kingdom himself"
"I can't imagine he's an active ruler"
"He either says nothing or comes out with something random. Half the time I don't whether to take 'It's hot in Dorne' as a comment on the weather or a warning of drought"
"That sounds rather stressful"
"That's before you add in small council meetings"
"I think Sansa may have saved me from a cruel fate"
"Banishment North looks better every day - if it weren't for the bloody cold"
Tyrion trudged through the snow, his eyes darting around in hopes of spotting Arya among the Winterfell household assembling to see off Bran's party. Unlike Bran's welcome to Winterfell this event was met with enthusiasm for all the wrong reasons. Despite efforts to contain it whispers had spread like wildfire that the King was somehow involved with the escape of Grey Worm. Bran's strange powers already made many Northerners wary of him, and this hadn't helped his reputation. Nevertheless Sansa was determined to maintain the image of a strong relationship with the six Kingdoms. Showing stability in the North was more important than ever; particularly when lord Glover would be arriving within days.
"Are you alright?" asked Sansa, tightening her grip on his arm as he escorted the Queen to the gates of Winterfell
"Yes, I just hoped Arya might come"
Sansa shook her head "I don't think she will. Brienne told me she said goodbye to her, Pod and Ser Davos earlier"
"Surely she wouldn't let Bran go without saying goodbye?"
"It's impossible to tell with Arya these days. I don't feel particularly sad Bran's leaving to be honest"
"He's your brother"
"He is my love, and he always will be - but Bran made his choices knowing exactly what he was doing"
They continued to the gate, with Lyon trotting at their heels. He more than understood why Sansa and Arya were upset with Bran, but he didn't want the distance to grow between the siblings either. The relationship between him and Cersei had always been terrible but part of him still grieved her death - not because he missed her, but because he missed the relationship they could've had. It was too late for that; a lifetime of hatred had been impossible to overcome and she'd died hating him.
Tyrion cast a final glance around the crowd, his heart sinking as he realised Arya hadn't come. He'd hoped his words might have convinced her to at least be here to threaten Bran if not offer a sad farewell.
When he'd freed Jamie, a small part of him had wondered if it might be their final goodbye - if they would both survive the war to come. It still hadn't prepared him to find his brother's body in the destruction of the Red Keep. For all his cynicism a tiny piece of him had clung to the image of an invincible older brother until reality crushed it to dust. If he'd known the night he freed Jamie would be their final conversation he might not have left so many things unsaid; but at least they'd had a conversation.
As Tyrion met Bran's eyes he wondered if he missed his sister's presence.
"Queen Sansa, I thank you for your hospitality. I look forward to the relationship between our kingdoms continuing to grow" said Bran, his voice carrying across the courtyard.
The three-eyed raven was dressed in a dark grey tunic, a heavy blanket sat over his useless legs. Ser Davos stood to his right, with Brienne, Pod and Bronn taking up position to his left.
Sansa stepped forwards "I wish you safe travels King Bran. The trade deal we've agreed and the ones we are working on will bring prosperity to both Kingdoms"
It was painfully formal. Even as Sansa swept down to hug her brother goodbye it was stiff and awkward. With the key formalities observed the Winterfell household mostly dispersed giving them some privacy to say goodbye.
Ser Davos reached across grasping his hand "Take care of yourself"
"And you" he returned "I'd say being hand gets easier but it certainly doesn't"
"As long as it doesn't get harder"
Brienne was next and she surprised him, pulling him into a light hug.
"If you ever want to talk about…Jamie or anything…" she offered, crouching in front of him
"Thank you" he said, his throat tightening "that might be nice. You saw a side of him few others ever did"
Brienne had only just released him when Pod nearly bowled him over, crushing him in his grip.
"Pod!"
"I'll miss you Tyrion"
"You know where I am" he said "and I know where you'll be lord Payne"
Pod pulled back to look at him, his brown eyes glistening "Thank you. I won't let you down"
"You never could" said Tyrion "I've no doubt you'll be a great lord of Casterly Rock"
Podrick smiled, lowering his voice "You'll always be welcome at Casterly Rock, whether you're an exile or not"
"Treasonous words" he said, his mouth turning upwards
"I mean it. If you need me you need only ask" said Pod, hesitation lurking in his eyes "Would you mind if I wrote to you?"
Tyrion's heart soared "I'd like nothing more"
The group continued to exchange farewell's, some more heartfelt than others. Sansa seemed particularly sad at Brienne's departure as she hugged the older woman. Even Lyon looked rather forlorn as he wandered between them - soaking up as much attention as he could from his new friends before they left. The direwolf had a particular liking for Pod, but was quite amenable to Brienne and Davos as well.
Out of all of them it was Bran who seemed out of place. For once the indifferent mask he wore appeared to have given way to a hint of sadness creeping into his eyes. Stepping away from where Sansa and Davos were talking, Tyrion made his way to Bran who sat almost forgotten in his wheelchair.
"I'll be sorry to see you go" he said, smiling at the young man
"You'll be the only one"
"I don't think that's true…"
"It's quite alright Tyrion" he said, folding his hands in his lap "I knew the cost would be high, but things had to happen this way"
"Suppose you won't tell us why?"
Bran's mouth twitched upwards "You'd have made a good hand - you were my first choice"
"As flattering as that is, Ser Davos is an excellent choice. He will serve you far better than I ever could"
"Perhaps. I am sorry for what you suffered Tyrion but when I let Sansa take you the path was set" he said, his dark eyes brimming with an old power "The future of the North isn't yet decided and Sansa's decisions will shape much of it - but so will yours"
Tyrion smiled, ignoring the queasiness in his stomach "The North is in safe hands then; Sansa is an excellent Queen and I'll do whatever she asks of me"
Bran shook his head gravely "You are not a servant. For a small man you will cast a very large shadow"
The strange words washed over Tyrion like a dark prophecy, but he had no time to question Bran as the King turned to Ser Davos "It's time"
Reluctantly Tyrion moved away from Bran to re-join Sansa.
"Before you leave, there is something I owe Ser Bronn" said Sansa, reaching into the folds of her gown as the lord of the Twins turned his attention to her.
Bronn had been unusually quiet while they were speaking, staying off to one side and observing.
"You captured one of the men we've spent weeks hunting" said Sansa, holding out a pouch of coins to him "I'm not sure how much sellswords are usually paid for such work but my husband agrees this is a fair amount"
Tyrion fully expected Bronn to take the money and make a bawdy comment, but to his surprise the older man shook his head.
"I don't sell my sword no more" he said, turning his gaze to Tyrion "but I might loan it out to a friend"
A smile spread across Sansa's face as she withdrew the pouch "Thank you Ser Bronn. What you've done means a lot to both of us"
Tyrion had frozen at Bronn's words and he was more than grateful when the rest of the group subtly moved away to load the wheelhouse and ready the horses.
"I know I've been a bit of an arse to ya" said Bronn, as he crouched down to his eye – level "but I'm sorry, alright? I never should have taken that job from your sister and threatened you and Jamie. For what it's worth I am sorry he's gone, even if the mad fucker did try and charge a dragon"
"Yes, I remember that. He'd have died if not for you" said Tyrion, fiddling with his sleeves "I shouldn't have blamed you for taking Cersei's offer. I knew our relationship was one of business, but as with Shae I wanted more than what I was paying for"
It was the truth however difficult it was to accept. He'd bought the services of both Bronn and Shae but then wanted more from both of them. In Bronn he'd wanted a friend and in Shae a lover – blaming either of them was pointless when it was his fault.
"Come on, it wasn't all business" said Bronn "we had some good times, didn't we? And if I didn't like ya I wouldn't have stuck around for so damned long no matter how much you was paying"
"There were many drunken nights" said Tyrion, a smile pulling at his mouth "If I recall you didn't believe I could drink that much"
"Aye, I've seen bigger blokes than you on their back after drinking half of what you used to put away"
"My drinking days are a thing of the past"
"Probably a good thing given the piss they call a drink up here" said Bronn, clasping his shoulder "You aint paying me now – no reason we can't be friends"
"I suppose not" said Tyrion, some of the weight in his chest lifting
"Good" said Bronn, reaching under his cloak and shoving something into Tyrion's hands "Got this for ya"
"A dagger?" asked Tyrion, turning the sheathed blade in his hands. It was lightweight with a black and red handle.
Bronn shrugged "In case a bear tries to eat ya or something"
"Thank you" said Tyrion, his smile widening
Bronn grinned in return, patting his shoulder as he straightened up "The Twins aint that far if ya want to see my castles sometime"
"I'm an exile"
"What the King don't know won't kill us" he whispered, smirking at Tyrion before moving off to join Bran in the wheelhouse
He'd only taken a few steps before Lyon trotted after him, barking insistently.
"What's he want?" called Bronn, eyeing the wolf warily.
"Attention most likely; it's best to give it to him"
"He wanted to kill me last time"
Tyrion shrugged "Lyon can be fickle"
"Scared of a little wolf Ser Bronn?" asked Brienne, swinging onto her horse
"Of course not" he said, reaching down to pet the direwolf
Sansa appeared at Tyrion's side, her hand slipping around his as their guests made to leave. Lyon trotted back to them a few moments later and Bronn made it into the wheelhouse with all his fingers still attached. They waved goodbye as Bran's party set out for the Kings Road, before turning back to the much emptier Winterfell.
It was as they were making their way back across the courtyard Tyrion caught the slightest movement at the top of the battlements – high above where the guards patrolled and half-hidden by the heavy stonework. Tyrion might have been alarmed if he didn't know the place was one of Arya's favourites; if she hadn't once told him it was a place Bran had taught her how to climb to.
There were a thousand thoughts clawing for control of Sansa as she stared blankly at the documents set out on the desk before her. Bran's departure had eased some of the weight from her shoulders, but it was quickly replaced by the knowledge lord Glover would arrive within days. A raven had been sent first thing this morning ordering him to Winterfell to answer for his son's crimes and Sansa knew this time he would answer. Part of her didn't want to wait; she could finally offer Tyrion some justice but her duty as Queen tied her hands.
Aside from the problem of Gawan, there was Grey Worm's escape and the hidden tunnels beneath Winterfell to deal with. Arya was in a mood with her over Bran and Sansa's conversation with Bronn was still fresh in her mind.
Had Tyrion really asked for her?
Sansa had been a prisoner in Kings Landing; forced to marry a man she barely knew into a family she hated. At the time she'd cared little for Tyrion no matter how kind he was to her. Yet he'd been as much a victim as she was. He'd been in love with another woman and was then forced to marry a child who wanted nothing to do with him.
"You seem rather tense wife" came Tyrion's voice, starling her from behind. She hadn't heard him come into their chambers and heat rushed through her as his hands rested on her shoulders, rubbing gently through her gown.
"It's been a long day" she admitted, sinking into her seat as he continued rubbing
Following Bran's departure Sansa had met with Maester Wolkan to discuss their strategy for dealing with lord Glover before retiring to her chambers to sort through correspondence. Tyrion had disappeared to hold court before going to the practice yard – an activity he'd just returned from.
"The castle seems far emptier now" he said, working his thumbs into the back of her shoulder blades
"Not for long. Lord Glover will be here soon"
Tyrion swept her long hair over her right shoulder, his mouth pressing against her exposed neck "We'll have to make the most of the time we have then"
"An interesting prospect" she said, turning in her chair to face him "What would you suggest?"
"Whatever the Queen would like"
Sansa smiled, cupping his face and drawing him closer "I'd like you"
"Then I am yours"
She wound her arms around his shoulders, pulling him in for a kiss. All the worries clinging to Sansa fell away as she lost herself in her husband. Tyrion seemed to share her enthusiasm, his hands running teasingly down her sides. Desire ignited in Sansa, urging her to take things further as their kiss deepened. It took every ounce of self-control to pull back from him, a giggle escaping her at the pout on his face when she did.
"You don't want to?" he asked, trying and failing to hide his disappointment
Sansa leaned forwards kissing his forehead "I most certainly want to my love, I just wanted to ask you something first"
"Of course"
She kept her arms around him as she worked to get her thoughts in order. As much as she'd tried to improve Sansa knew she still struggled to share her thoughts with her husband. It was unfair to both of them that she expected Tyrion to be open when she wasn't. As eager as she was to continue enjoying Tyrion, her mind wouldn't rest until she asked him.
"I had a conversation with Bronn earlier" she started
"Oh?"
"He mentioned the trial for Joffrey's murder in Kings Landing"
Tyrion's brow furrowed "How did you get talking about that?"
"I'm not entirely sure" she said, fiddling with the hair at the nape of his neck "but he did say you asked for me when you were arrested"
A hint of redness crept into Tyrion's face "Everything happened so quickly. When Pod came to ask who might witness for me I did mention you – I hadn't realised you'd escaped"
"I left you in a terrible situation"
Tyrion shook his head "You were far better away from Kings Landing. If you'd stayed you'd have been put on trial too and both our heads might have ended up on spikes"
"I'm still sorry. Littlefinger had offered to help me leave Kings Landing...I didn't know what would happen or you'd be blamed for killing Joffrey"
"It's quite alright" he soothed, brushing his thumb over her cheek "None of that matters anymore"
The past couldn't be changed, that much was for certain. Feeling guilty over a situation she had little control over was a waste of time, though Bronn's words still drifted through her mind. That Tyrion wanted to be liked and loved was something she'd become intimately familiar with over the last couple of months. The idea that she'd denied him such a basic kindness when they first married made her heart ache, but things were different now. Never would she allow Tyrion to doubt his place in their family or in her heart again.
"I love you" she said, a thrill running through her as his green eyes brightened at the sentiment
"And I love you" he said, squirming in her grasp "Do you have any more questions?"
"Are you in a hurry?" she teased
"I'm very happy talking to you, though certain parts of me have a mind of their own"
"Hmm, let me think" she said, stroking his cheek before trailing her hand down the front of his tunic "I'm sure there are many things I still don't know about you"
"I can assure you there's nothing you're missing out on"
"Really? I'd like to know every part of my husband" she said, brushing her hand lightly over the front of his breeches
Tyrion groaned, his eyes pleading "Sansa, this is cruel!"
The Queen raised an eyebrow "I don't know what you're talking about love. Is there something you need?"
"You"
Sansa pretended to consider his answer for a moment. She'd already learned much over the few times they'd joined in bed, and Sansa loved making her clever husband squirm.
"Just what do you plan to do with me?" she asked, allowing her fingers to brush over the bulge in his breeches as she played with the lacing
"Anything" he said, breathing heavily "everything"
She leaned forwards, kissing his cheek "Very well my lord – you can have me"
Tyrion needed no further invitation as he grasped her face, kissing her hungrily. All thoughts of work and the problems to come rushed from Sansa's mind as she melted into her husband. The burden of ruling was a heavy one. Even a Queen deserved some time off.
It had been two days since Bran left and Arya considered it was time enough to end her avoidance of Sansa. It wasn't that she was angry with her sister as such – she just needed some time alone. Fortunately exploring the tunnels had kept her busy and occupied her mind. Without the distraction the temptation to go into the dungeons and kill Gawan Glover may have become too much.
Arya's absence hadn't gone unnoticed, as proven when Tyrion knocked on her door early yesterday morning. He'd brought Lyon with him and been dressed in thick clothes to explore the tunnels.
"I hoped your offer might still be open" he'd said, smiling cheerfully at her
While Arya had wanted some distance from Sansa, she had no qualms about Tyrion joining her and certainly wasn't going to turn him away. Exploring the tunnels was somewhat slower with Tyrion – he wasn't as agile as her despite his best efforts to keep up. Nevertheless she enjoyed his company and Lyon had helped them discover a few well-hidden routes.
"Are you angry with us?" he'd asked while they were climbing down a rusted ladder in the darkness
"No. Lyon can't climb down ladders"
"I meant with Sansa and I"
"Why would you think that?"
"Sansa thinks you're avoiding us"
"If I'm avoiding you Tyrion I'm not doing a very good job" she'd retorted, adjusting the improvised sling holding Lyon in place around her.
The direwolf had insisted on coming down the ladder with them, meaning one of them had to carry him. Given how unsteady Tyrion was as he made his way down Arya had insisted on doing it.
"Sansa had no other choice" he'd said "she's as angry with Bran as you are – but as Queen she had to act in the interests of the North"
That was all Tyrion had said on the matter, but much to Arya's annoyance it was the truth. A logical part of Arya had known that as soon as Sansa made her decision, but it didn't make it easier to accept.
After two days of distance it was time to end things. Lord Glover was expected to arrive tomorrow and Arya wouldn't leave Sansa and Tyrion to deal with that situation alone. Unlike Bran she wouldn't betray her family.
It was nearly noon when she made her way to their chambers, though for once she hesitated to barge in.
Arya rapped on the door, shouting "Are you both wearing clothes?"
"No, we're naked on the desk" called Tyrion
She rolled her eyes, pushing her way into the room in time to hear Sansa's whisper "The desk?"
The lord of Winterfell nodded with an impish grin on his face that Arya took to mean she wouldn't want to eat on that desk again.
Tyrion was sat in an armchair at one side of the hearth with a book in his lap, while Sansa sat in the opposite armchair – her needlework lying on the table before her. The scene was so perfectly domestic Arya felt nauseous. It was like Sansa's childhood dream come true.
"Good to see you little sister" said Tyrion, smiling at her "we were beginning to think you'd forgotten your way here"
"Sansa would probably like that" she said, dropping onto the chaise between them
"Your words, not mine" said Sansa.
The Queen's face was one of indifference unless you knew Sansa well, and Arya had no problem seeing the annoyance lurking below the surface.
"Are you joining us for lunch Arya?" asked Tyrion
"Depends on Sansa" she said, raising an eyebrow at her older sister
"Winterfell is your home too" said Sansa "Unless you've decided to move into the tunnels"
Tyrion glanced between them, moving to the edge of his chair "How about I arrange for lunch to be brought up? I think it's time I stretched my legs"
"Thank you sweetheart" said Sansa, smiling warmly at her husband
"You don't want to stay while we talk?" asked Arya in mock surprise
"There was a time when I enjoyed coming between sisters, but those days are long behind me" he said, pausing at Sansa's chair to kiss her cheek
"Good" said Sansa, her eyes brightening at his affection
"Come Lyon! Its better there are no witnesses for this"
The direwolf stirred to life at his master's voice, trotting after Tyrion as they left.
Sansa turned to Arya as soon as the door closed, raising an eyebrow "Would you like to list your complaints first or have you got it all out of your system now?"
Arya narrowed her eyes "You know Bran did what he did, because he knew there'd be no consequences"
"Of course he did. It was no coincidence he freed Grey Worm the day before he was due to leave"
"I nearly killed Darron because of what Bran did"
"Yes, and I gave the order" snapped Sansa, rubbing her head "If you think I'm happy about what's happened, I'm not. Bran manipulated everything so my hands were tied"
"It's not right that he gets away with it"
"What did you want me to do Arya - take his head? It would have started a war and we'd have killed our brother!"
Arya clenched her jaw, hating that what Sansa said was true. Blaming Sansa had always been easy as a child - she was the annoying, pretty older sister who'd never understood her.
She swallowed down her anger, forcing herself to confront the truth. They weren't children anymore and the only one at fault was Bran. Taking out her anger on Sansa was unfair when her sister had been forced to deal with a situation she hadn't caused.
"Fine" said Arya
"Fine?"
"Yes, fine. It's done"
The Queen sighed before nodding "Good. Lord Glover arrives tomorrow and I need your help"
"Do you want me to kill him?"
"No, but I need to make sure Gawan doesn't escape. I can't imagine lord Glover would try to free his son - he clearly expects Gawan to be found innocent - but I can't take that risk"
"He's not going anywhere" said Arya, locking eyes with her sister "How's Tyrion handling this?"
"Distracting himself mostly. Unfortunately lord Glover's arrival will bring back everything that happened in the Wolfswood, and the evidence against Gawan isn't very strong - particularly with Grey Worm gone"
"He can't get away with what he did"
Sansa's face tightened "He won't. I'd rather execute Gawan formally, but if it looks likely he'll be found not guilty…"
"Done" said Arya "Have you been to see Gawan?"
"No and I've no intention of doing anything until lord Glover arrives" said Sansa, crossing her arms "Every time I think of Gawan I see his grinning face as he hurt Tyrion"
"You never should have seen that"
"Gods Arya, he reminded me of Ramsay - he enjoyed hurting Tyrion"
Arya's stomach twisted at her sister's words.
"Bronn told me he found Gawan torturing animals in a hut near the Dreadfort" continued Sansa, her face paling
"We've sent men to search the Dreadfort before"
"There's no-one in the castle itself, and Bronn was quite sure Gawan was alone" said Sansa "the North is huge, without anything to narrow the search we're relying on luck"
"Weren't you sending a force to garrison the Dreadfort and the other abandoned castles?"
Sansa nodded, biting her lip "There aren't enough men to do it though, and I'm wary of spreading our guards too thin. I've not heard from Alec either"
"They should have taken Widow's Watch by now"
"I'm sending a small group to hold the Dreadfort - some of our guards are going to join with a group of Hornwood men to garrison it. Cley's sending his captain of the guards with a few men and lady Tallhart is sending some too. They'll be leaving later today"
A flicker of guilt stirred to life in Arya's chest as she looked at her sister's weary face. The crown was a heavy burden and she'd left her sister to bear it's weight the past two days. Tyrion had undoubtedly been helping, but Arya knew Sansa wanted to shield him from dealing with Robin and Gawan as much as possible.
"It's likely Gawan will know where Robin is hiding" offered Arya "I'd rather enjoy getting the answers from him"
"As would I" said Sansa, her face grim "but we need to convince lord Glover of his son's guilt. If we kill Gawan and it isn't seen as justice there will be war between our houses"
"Yet you still want me to kill Gawan if he's found innocent?"
Sansa's blue eyes were as hard as ice as she met her gaze "Some things are more important than peace"
