~Elena~
I found myself alone again as the day drew on, the sun god seeming to race his chariot across the sky faster than normal. I found myself drawn to the library earlier, though I quickly turned and rushed away when I saw Tyrion meeting with Varys and Bronn, trying not to be upset as I wondered why he hadn't wanted my help in trying to find something to stop Stannis. It would have drawn to much attention. I reminded myself as I wondered what Sansa was up to. Cersei had decided she wanted Sansa to herself today without any hand maidens to annoy her. I'd wanted to protest at first, not trusting the blonde wench myself, but Sansa promised she'd hidden her knife underneath her dress like I'd taught her and declared she'd be fine without me. A persistent knock at the door took me away from my troubled thoughts and presented me a young man with dark hair and a silly grin on his face. I'd recognized him as Tyrion's squire, Podrick, the troubled boy who barely spoke.
"Come in." I spoke softly as he stood there staring at me, though no doubt I was still quite a sight with the healing bruises and small cut on my face. Thank the gods I come from a line of quick healers. I thought mildly amused as he walked to the middle of my room.
"Would you like some wine? Water perhaps?" I offered as I walked over and poured myself a glass of wine. Varys had been kind enough to find wine from Dorne to keep me company as an added payment for keeping Sansa safe, and I found I'd quite missed it.
"No, thank you my lady. I have a letter from Lord Tyrion." He mumbled as his cheeks turned an attractive shade of scarlet, though that could have been seen from the points of loneliness and to much wine.
"Oh do you? And what if I wish not to receive this letter?" I huffed as I took a deep swig from my glass, enjoying the tingling the alcohol offered.
"Um... I don't... I don't know." He stuttered as he looked at the letter in his hand, shuffling from foot to foot uncertainly. Poor boy. I thought, feeling guilty at taking my frustrations out on him as I offered my hand.
"It's alright. I'm afraid I'm in a bit of a mood today. Come, let's see the letter." I replied with a smile before I took the rolled parchment from him, heart thumping with anticipation, hoping Tyrion would explain what's kept him from me. Meet me in my chambers tonight. Rage brewed just beneath the surface as I fought not to shred the parchment into a million tiny pieces. He leaves me alone for this long, and still expects me to follow him like a whipped bitch in heat? "Do you have a reply my lady?" Podrick asked nervously, as if he could feel my anger radiating.
"Oh yes. Just a moment please." I spoke, portraying more calm than what I was feeling, a storm raging within me as I snatched up my quill, ink, and spare parchment. As my lord commands. I scratched, the quill nearly ripping the parchment with my anger before I fanned it dry and handed it to nervous squire.
"Thank you Podrick." I offered as he took the letter, quickly rushing back into the walkway.
"I'll show him. I won't sit here pining after him any longer." I barked at no one, before I decided a trip to the marketplace was what I needed, determined to buy more soaps.
"And to hell with this." I growled as I swiftly removed my necklace, growling at myself as I found I couldn't throw it to the side like I'd wanted, settling for hiding it beneath my wardrobe so that I, at least, wouldn't have to look at it.