~Elena~
I could feel their eyes on me. The royals at their high table, looking down on all the poor souls. My skin crawled as I quickly set a tray of vegetables in front of Sansa, hoping she would eat something, only to see she had her hands clasped firmly in her lap. Stubborn fool. I thought angrily as Lady Margaery's eccentric father presented a beautiful cup to King Joffery, his face full of open excitement. If only he knew the monster his daughter was about to marry. Maybe then he wouldn't have so much to smile about. Pod presented Tyrion's gift next; a book on the past kings. A wonderful gift that was wasted on the child king who eyed it with disinterest. Tywin shot him a look before Joffery thanked him, surprising everyone close enough to hear. The next wedding gift was a sword, brought up to the table by a mountainous guard in shining armor, his face completely hidden beneath his helmet.
"One of only two Valyrian steel swords in the capital your grace. Freshly forged in your honor." Tywin announced proudly as Joffery's eyes grew wide, shooting up from his chair with glee. He took the sword up proudly, swinging it around with child like abandon.
"Careful your grace, nothing cuts like Valyrian steel." The Grand Maester warned. They gave a sword to a lunatic. I thought worriedly as I eyed Sansa, wondering if I'd be able to get to her before he could strike her down. With that thought loud in my mind, I edged closer to her table.
"So they say." Joffery chuckled. Gasps rippled through out the party as Joffery swung the great sword and began chopping at the book. Leather binding and pages flying. A whimper fell from my lips as I looked at the now destroyed literature.
"Such a great sword should have a name." Joffery announced as he held it up for the onlookers to see. "What shall I call her?"
"Storm Bringer."
"Widow's Wail."
"Wolf's Bane." Names fell from eager lips as Joffery's smile widened.
"Widow's Wail. I like that." He turned to spared a glance at Sansa before giving it another swing. "Every time I use it. It'll be like cutting off Ned Stark's head all over again." Smug bastard. I growled as he sheathed the sword once more, a grave look falling over Sansa's face.
"My lady?" My attention was stolen by Pod, who was dressed nicely in crimson and gold. His cloak rippling behind him as he walked.
"Hello Pod. It's good to see you." I spoke with a smile. "You look very handsome." His cheeks flushed a deep scarlet as he returned my smile.
"Well, I was told I should dress up for the occasion." I nodded as his brows furrowed.
"Lord Tyrion wishes to have a word with you after the diner."
"About?" Pod shook his head, not knowing or not saying. It didn't matter which.
"Tell him I will be there." A frown pulled at his lips as he nodded. "To talk. I'll be there to talk." I'm not sure why I felt the need to defend our situation, but it felt good to see his smile return.
"Until we meet again Pod." I spoke before placing a kiss on his cheek, turning to go help serve Sansa dessert I knew she wouldn't eat.