~Elena~
Sweat rolled down my neck and face as I took another swipe at empty air. My muscles protested and lungs heaved with the need for more oxygen, but the vigorous exercises, my uncle had taught me, kept my mind busy. Kept the darkness at bay. I needed to keep my mind clear if I was to continue my mission. If I was going to keep Sansa safe from the Lannisters.
"My lady?" My knife came around to gently kiss the throat of a very shaken Podrick, who stared with wide eyes, a letter shaking in his tight grip.
"I do apologize Pod. I was merely practicing. How may I be of service?" He opened his mouth, but no words came out as he thrust the letter at me. I took it with a quirked brow, rage returning like a familiar friend as I took in the handwriting of one Tyrion Lannister. Please meet me in my chamber in an hour. I must speak with you. My hands trembled as I ripped the letter into tiny pieces, casting them out into the waters below.
"What do I tell him my lady?" Podrick asked as he shuffled from foot to foot.
"Whatever you wish Pod. I hope you have a wonderful afternoon." I commented as I turned, getting back into stance before my knives sliced at empty air once more, hating myself as Pod walked away, because I knew I'd meet with Tyrion, and the thought settled like a stone in the pit of my stomach.