~Tyrion~
I need another drink. I thought sullenly, now empty cup hanging from lazy fingers.I should have been attending the small council meeting, now that I was acting hand to the king, but I simply couldn't bare another round of Cersi's endless tormenting, or Joffrey's endless childish nonsense. Instead, I chose to drown my worries in yet another bottle.
Foreign curses gathered my attention as I rounded the corner, fully intending on reaching my new quarters for yet another cup.
Long chocolate curls cascaded down sloping shoulders, haloing about a slender sun kissed face. Black feathered lashes outlined eyes of the most mysterious icy blue. She wore a blue servants dress, though she did not carry herself as such.
"Who are you?" I slurred. She turned, eyeing me curiously, lip tucked between her teeth.
"Who are you?" She echoed, coming closer to observe me. My heartbeat picked up rhythm, and, for some reason, I felt out of place and very small. Though there was no look of disgust as I've seen in most newcomer's eyes.
"I am Tyrion Lannister. No doubt you've heard of me by other names, such as, the Imp and Monstrous Half-man." I introduced with heart less laughter. She tilted her head, walking a slow unnerving circle around me, icy eyes searching.
"Monsters induce fear." She explained. "I am not afraid of you, so you must not be a monster." Unwanted tears sprang in tired eyes as she offered a small smile.
"Who are you?" I asked once more, in monetary awe.
"Elena, handmaiden to Sansa Stark."
"Tell me, my lady, why are you wandering the halls instead of tending to your charge?" At this, her face once again scrunched in frustration.
"To many doors. I have been lost for some time." She confessed. I found it refreshing, seeing as most girls would have lied to avoid getting into trouble.
"I see." I chuckled, offering my hand, fully expecting her to turn it down. "Please allow me to escort you." She offered another small smile, surprising me by clasping a gentle hand with mine.
"Lead the way."