"You look skeptical," Tyrion mused catching the question in Sansa's eyes.

They were sat across from one another in Sansa's Solar as Tyrion recounted the plan and failed execution of said plan to bring Jamie back to Brienne.

Sana regarded him amusedly. "Did the two of you concocte this plan over goblets of wine?"

Tyrion snorted with laughter. "Mugs of Ale. That obvious?"

Their plan was simple. Well simple in the midst of King's Landing being sacked anyway.

Jamie would get to Cersei and lead her to waters edge and the boat waiting for them.

They would sail to a ship outside of Blackwater Bay, which would secure their passage to Pentos. The cost of their passage and guarantee of their safety while in Pentos had cost a small fortune, but he had secured their future, using old friends of Lord Varys and long standing Lannister allies.

All Jamie had to do was get himself and Cersei into the boat and they could start again in exile.

That wasn't what his hopelessly in love brother had wanted, though, and that wasn't what he was willing to do. They had argued over it through two mugs of Ale, before he had finally relented and agreed to what Jamie asked.

Prepare a boat for Cersei and Jamie would see her off. But he wouldn't go with her. Not this time. Not anymore. His heart was no longer hers to manipulate.

A horse was to be waiting a safe distance away so no one would see him go, loaded with enough supplies to get him to Winterfell with minimal stops. He would start a new life with Brienne, secure in the knowledge that Cersei and his child were alive and safe in exile.

Their plan, while dangerous and wildly complicated in the face of Daenerys Targaryen and her dragons, would have gone accordingly had it not been for Euron Greyjoy and a perfectly placed stab wound to Jamie's abdomen.

While there were no witnesses to tell him exactly what had transpired, a raven from Jamie implied that while he had summoned the strength to reach Ceresi, and proceed to the boat...he had been unable to make it any further.

Collapsing, near death into the boat with Cersei. Forced into a life of exile with a woman he now loathed.

Sansa's face was serious despite her teasing words. "I suppose it may have worked without Euron Greyjoy's interference."

"Oh it would have. Jamie would nearly be back in Ser Brienne's arms, as we speak."

"You're sure that is what he wanted? To return to Winterfell? To Brienne? You're sure that at the last moment he didn't decide to stay with Cersei?"

Tyrion was quiet, the thought had crossed his mind. "I wondered that myself. But a raven from Jamie himself has confirmed how unhappy he is with his situation and his desire to return to Ser Brienne."

"How can he manage to send and receive ravens while with Cersei? Surely she is suspicious at the very least."

"She has no power is Pentos. No one to do her bidding, bring her other people's ravens. And I suspect," He started, eyes meeting hers, "that there is something Jamie isn't saying. Something he is using to keep Cersei from interfering."

Sansa's eyebrows raised, curious. She motioned for him to continue.

Tryion shook his head, and shrugged his shoulders. "I have my suspicion but without Jamie confirming, there is no way of knowing. But I am sure there's something. Something he is able to neturalize Cersei with."

"Let's say you're right. That Ser Jamie gets your raven. That he is able to hide the contents from Cersei, that he could somehow find a way out of Pentos. If he steps foot in Westeros, Daenerys will have him executed."

Tyrion nodded. He had thought of all of this already. And had come to only one conclusion. That there was only one person who might be able to reason with her. "We go to the King Regent."

Jon Snow. Or as he he had formally been crowned Aegeon Targaryen the Sixth. Husband and Hand of the Queen.