~Elena~
If I left, would anyone even know I was missing? It was a thought that struck as I was helping prepare Sansa for her wedding. Luckily, Lady Margaery must have realized the hairstyle Sansa wanted was much to complicated for me, and sent two of her own handmaidens to assist. Sansa's wedding creation had turned out quite beautiful. She appeared older, somehow. Eyes determined, or perhaps the shock of actually getting married had not quite past. A knock on the door took me away from patting scented oil on her skin and put me directly in front of a vision I wished I'd stop having. I cast my eyes to the floor as I allowed him entry, the handmaidens quickly leaving as I took my place by Sansa's side.
"Lady Sansa." Tyrion greeted as he flashed a weak smile.
"You look very handsome my lord." Sansa returned as she looked him over. His smile widened as he looked down at himself. His suit was one of deep crimson and gold, and fit wonderfully.
"Oh yes, the husband of your dreams." I bit my lips to keep from speaking as I wished to be anywhere else. "But you do look glorious." Sansa looked down with a sheepish girn, cheeks flushing prettily.
"Perhaps we could have a moment alone. Do you mind?" Tyrion asked, looking at me for the first time since he'd entered the room.
"Podrick, could you escort Lady Sansa's handmaiden?" It was as if I'd been slapped. I was a lot of things, but I was most certainly not a misbehaving child to be escorted away. I didn't speak as I walked from the room, but I couldn't help but take one last lingering look at him.
"Where do you wish to go my lady?" Pod asked as he held out his arm for me, a silly grin plastered on his face. Sweet Podrick. Why couldn't I have met you instead? I thought miserably as my heart throbbed painfully.
"Somewhere I can get a drink." I announced before his smile widened.
"I know just the place."