"She's going to burn him alive," Sansa breathed, tossing the scroll of the desk in front of her.
Jon had managed to convince Daenerys Targaryen to grant Jamie an audience. A boat would arrive in Pentos in half a moon to bring Jamie to Kings Landing, where he would have the opportunity to explain his actions, plead his case for ending his exile.
What could possibly go wrong?
Tyrion sighed. "She may not. If Jon..."
"Convicing her to hold an audience with Jamie and convincing her not to kill him are very different things."
"She knows their location now. She knows both he and Cersei are hiding in Pentos. If she wanted him dead, she could kill him at any second," Tyrion tried to argue, though there was no real strength behind his words.
He had worked so hard and spent an exorbitant amount of money securing their exile, only to give up their location a mere two moons later.
Jamie was worth it, he continued to tell himself. He had finally chosen a life free of Cersei's manipulation and poison, he deserved to live that life.
But Daenerys Targaryen could and had done anything she pleased and there was no one to stop her. Even Jon as Hand of the Queen had little power over her final decisions.
Sansa was right, Jamie would probably be burnt alive as soon he stepped into Kings Landing.
"She'll be waiting with Drogon at the edge of Blackwater Bay," Sansa concluded, her tone cold and unfeeling. How could they have possibly thought this would work? How could have let herself get involved in any of this? "We should have stayed out of this. Jamie made his choice when he left Winterfell."
"But he didn't," Tyrion reminded her, his eyes meeting hers. "He didn't choose this. He didn't choose exile and he certainly did not choose Cersei."
"He chose to plot with you to save Cesrsi. He chose to ride South. He chose to forsake all he had with Brienne for Cersei. The exile isnt all his doing, it's a consequence of his choices."
"He loves her," Tyrion pleaded, a hint of desperation in his voice. "You saw his scroll, he wants to be here with her. Raise the child together. I know how it looks. I know it's impossible to understand why he made the choices he made, but he was always," He paused for a moment, making sure his eyes met hers, "always meant to come back for Brienne."
If Sansa backed away, if she stopped helping, there was no point in Jamie even traveling to Kings Landing. They needed Sansa. "We have to help, Sansa. Please. Jamie Lannister has done a lot of miserable things in his life. But when it counted, when it really mattered, he came here on his own and helped us defeat the dead. He was prepared to die for humanity."
"He was prepared to die for her," Sansa corrected. Her eyes met his and a tentative smile played on her lips. "I won't start a war to save Jamie Lannister."
Tyrion nodded vehemently.
"I won't risk the peace that the North is working so hard to achieve. But I won't abandon him or Brienne. If he has really has changed and he is finally through with your sister, he has my support."
"Thank you." He let out a hard breath, relived that he still had one allie in Westeros. "Our best hope is Jon and his ability to reason with her. If only we could get ravens to him with her knowing."
"Perhaps we could."
Tyrion raised his eyebrows at her, curious. He watched her nod to herself as she moved about her solar.
