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The Maester had told him that she would stay sleeping for a few more hours. Her injuries were not deep, but it was deep enough for the need to be sown shut, the Maester told him it probably didn't help anything that she had been riding for almost two days straight and hadn't even attempted to put a bandage.
She looked so pale and small, he knows that she is not a particularly tall woman she barely reaches his collarbone, but she has a presence that was bigger than even Lady Brienne's height. Visenya should never look like she is now.
His mother had been against him coming to be in her room while she slept, it was unbecoming, especially since none of her sisters where there to watch him as he watched her sleep. But he hadn't cared; he needed to see that while she was hurt she was alive.
Arya had told him how Visenya had taken one look at her and quickly identified who she was and tried to gain her trust before whisking her away, waiting until she had made the choice to trust in Visenya's words even while Lannister men were fast approaching. How the woman lying in the bed had protected her on the road and had gained the trust and admiration from the Hound.
Sandor Clegane was another matter, the man hadn't moved away from the Martell, not until Robb had told the taller man that he wasn't above sending him to the cells to wait until Visenya was herself and could speak on his behalf, so the towering man had compromised in standing with Losso in front of her room, even their meals were being taken in front of her room. Until now the only living beings they let inside were Aegion, Arya and himself.
He sighs tiredly, thinking about earlier the day and the things Arya had told him and how much he wants to discuss it with Visenya.
"What do you plan on doing with the traitor?" Theon asks Robb, the young king shrugs being honest with his friend he is still not sure what he wants to do about it, some part wants to accuse the man and be done with it and the other part wants to wait it out, pretend he doesn't known anything.
"If he doesn't know you are aware he plans to betray you, you use it against him" they turn when they hear that voice, Arya is leaning against the closed door, dressed in breeches and a tunic over it, Robb hadn't seen her coming in or heard her for that matter and the way she had answered Theon's question she had been in there for quite a while. He can see the surprise and question in Jon's eyes as they look at their little sister.
"How did you enter?" Theon asks surprised, Arya shrugs to him and doesn't answer, Robb observes her while she is walking towards them, her steps are quiet, the way she holds herself tells him that she knows how to defend herself and from the way that she eyes the room they are in it is clear that she is searching for ways to escape and objects to use as a weapon. He looks towards his brother and Jon noticed the same thing, his brother is tense and Robb knows that younger man is angry that Arya has that awareness now in her.
She is not the young girl that left Winterfell, he reminds himself, she must've had to learn to survive, to protect herself from people, not being able to rely on anyone, he remembers that she had always wanted to know how to fight and his mother forbade her time and time again, now, he wished his mother hadn't forbidden her and had let her learn from them how to fight, that way for all of the months he hadn't known where she was he could be at least somewhat comforted about knowing she could take care of herself, not having to wait this long to know that his sister had learned to survive and become jaded in the process.
"What do you mean?" he asks and sees the slight surprise in her eyes, he wants to tell her that he isn't going to push her away anymore, to agree with his mother when she says it is not a lady's subject, that he understands her wolf blood because this war had awakened his and if that is what she and Rickon have flowing in their veins all the time since birth and probably much more rasher than his is, he will do anything to make it easy for his sister to feel part of the their pack again, to make it gentler and he knows just what she will need.
He knows it was the wolf blood that helped her come back to him so there is no reason why he should try to smother it from her.
She takes a seat by Jon's side, who immediately turns slightly in his chair showing her that he was protecting her blind spot, it has the desired effect as their sister's shoulders soften a touch "He doesn't know that you are aware of his treachery, if you take it to the other lords it will give him time to come up with a contingency plan and come to you."
"Then I am to continue to play his game?" he asks her in turn and she nods, he can see the way her eyes seem very far away as if remembering something "What is it, Arya?" he asks gently and she gives him a small smile for it.
"Father knew something was wrong and I believe he warned Cersei of it, because it was the honorable thing to do" she spats the name of the Queen in Kings Landing, her eyes murderous, hands clenching "you must remember, brother, that in this game they are playing you need to be smarter than them." She sighs and looks guilty for the next words that leave her mouth "There are times in this game that there is no place to be honorable."
"We know that, Arya" Theon tells her trying to placate her, but when she turns her murderous eyes towards him, Robb looks at Jon and his brother immediately puts his hand on Arya's head making her turn her angry grey eyes onto him.
"It is ok, little sister" he says and like before, back at Winterfell, they seem to talk without words, but she only sneers at him and Robb thinks that she might growl at Jon, but his dark haired brother only seems to become more patient, as if treading with an wild animal "we are pack, remember? We protect each other." Robb sees the way her chin wobbles as she tries to keep her tears at bay.
Robb trusts her words, he knows it to be true, because since he has started this journey he had seen that most men weren't honorable as his father had been, they were waiting for him to make a mistake and thrive in it. "Arya," he calls her and even as she turns to look at him with her misty grey eyes Jon doesn't take his hand from her head "I know and we are taking every precaution to not make deadly mistakes."
She searches his eyes to see a lie, to see if he was only saying it and would act like their father had done so, when she sees only the truth in his orbs she nods and Jon musses up her hair and all the tension in her shoulders disappear and she gets comfortable in her chair and then she is looking outside the window.
"What else do you need to know?"
Robb frowns at her words, not completely understanding her "What do you mean, Arya?"
She shrugs "I did travel from King's Landing to here and was a cup-boy to Tywin Lannister; I thought you would want to know about it."
"That is the first we heard about the Tywin Lannister bit" Theon says cautiously, turning his eyes to Robb and Jon both nod at his unasked question, telling they also didn't know anything about that.
"He is…" she sighs trying to come up with a word for him, he hadn't mistreated her, had been impressed with her knowledge, if he wasn't the head of House Lannister, father of Cersei, grandfather of Joffrey she could've liked him, his tactical mind, leadership and the way he saw potential in her "fearsome, everything goes by his hands, from troubles at King's Landing to how the army should be divided and where they should strike." She takes a deep breath remembering how he only surrounded himself with people who could give him something, especially if it meant sharp minds "he is much more cunning than father ever believed him to be and he doesn't permit mistakes."
She smiles at the memory of him cursing his daughter and grandson's stupid mistakes "He once told me that the gods had cursed him when they took away his beloved wife and given him a dwarf son who was as smart as he was, Tyrion would have been the perfect son." Arya turns her eyes back to her brothers "I think Tyrion is the only mind that Tywin might fear in the realm, that was why he had made his son become Hand, but now that he went to King's Landing he will have a firmer grip in everything… but Tyrion."
"What do you mean?" Theon asks and she shrugs.
"Tyrion seems to unnerve him with how he can never truly predict how his son thinks and what he might do, Tywin told me that he was glad that Tyrion had made a name of himself for being a drunk that way no one would see his true brilliance."
"Should I worry about him?" Robb asks his sister but it is Jon who gathers his eyes when he shakes his head.
"No" he says with conviction and Robb raises his eyebrow in question "I spoke to Tyrion in Winterfell, he truly has a brilliant mind but the only people he likes in his family are Jaime, Tommen and Myrcela."
"Wouldn't he stand by his family side because of them?"
Jon shrugs "I don't think so, he quite likes living and now that he isn't Hand and has little power in King's Landing he will look out for himself."
He breaks away from his thoughts when Visenya stirs in her bed, he moves to her bed, sitting at the edge of it. His hand finds hers and slowly she opens her eyes to meet his. He breathes a sigh of relief in seeing her purple orbs only slightly hazey a slow warm smile takes place upon her lips and he cannot help returning it.
"Are you in too much pain?" he asks and she shakes her head while trying to sit up "You shouldn't…" he begins only to be silenced by her glare and chooses to help her sit up, she grimaces at how her stitches must be pulling at her skin. She drops her head tiredly on the headboard "Do you want me to call the Maester?" her hand tightens her hold on his and he understands that she doesn't want him to leave.
"Arya?" she croaks to him and he picks the cup of water on her bedside to give to her, she gives him a small tired smile in thanks and drinks it all in a gulp.
"She is with my mother" he answers and she only raises an eyebrow, knowing that he wasn't answering what she was actually asking he sighs "I think she lived more than a girl her age should have."
Visenya nods "That is true, but now she is with her family…" she sighs a frown appearing her features and he knows it is because her cuts are bothering her "she is going to heal, Robb."
Her words warm his heart and abate the fear that had been growing in his chest, he was scared Arya would become cold and unfeeling, so that she wouldn't be hurt anymore, but Visenya is right his little sister is going to heal and he is going to make sure of it.
"Arya was worried about you" he tells her and she chuckles hissing at the end in pain, from the way her eyes glared at him he shouldn't comment or ask about it "it is clear she is impressed with you."
Visenya blushes "She asked me a lot about Dorne, especially about Nymeria of the Rhyonar" she shakes her head fondly "I wasn't in a good shape to answer all her questions, now I have the time" she says with a roll of her eyes knowing that she will have to be at bed rest for a few days before the Maester agrees to let her move around. Her purple eyes turn serious "She needs to train. She said your father had acquired for her a braavosi teacher in Water Dancing."
"I don't know where we would find someone to train her in Water Dancing."
"I know some I can help her but I think she would also thrive under Brienne's tutelage."
"Brienne?"
"Yes, she is a brilliant warrior, she would love to teach a young girl and your lady mother wouldn't be able to reject without offending Brienne." He laughs at her cunning and she smiles, her eyes softening. She cannot help herself but put her hand on his cheek "You are happy" she tells him elated to see such clear emotion in him, she trails his bottom lip with her thumb "you look even more handsome this happy, did you know?"
She seems to be in a trance looking at him as if she is committing every little crease of his face to memory "You are mesmerizing, has anyone ever told you that?" He can feel the flush of embarrassment and excitement growing at the base of his neck, he knows his pupils must be so dilated that only a spec of blue must be showing, but he can't help himself, her thumb is still caressing his bottom lip and the way her voice is still husky from just waking up he can feel heat spreading through his body.
Her purple eyes widen and he can see vulnerability there "I missed you" she whispers almost to herself. He picks the hand that was still making those tantalizing movements and kisses each of her fingertips.
Her breathing is coming in small pants and so he doesn't hesitate in drawing closer to her, his lips caresses a point in her neck which he knows that if he applies the right pressure it will make Visenya mewl and clutch his curls. But it isn't what he wants now, so he continues trailing his lips upwards until he reaches her ear "I missed you" he confides and he smiles when her hand come to rest against his head, fingers scrapping slightly at his scalp. He kisses her jaw, her chin and both corners of her lips before playfully bumping his nose against her own.
"I was so worried about you" he admits and she rolls her eyes at him, like he thought she would. "You scare me with how easily you put your own safety at risk for others." She sighs and squeezes his other hand and he sees some guilt in her purple eyes, but he knows she won't change and he wouldn't want her to.
They remain like that without speaking until a fond smile reaches her lips again "Do you know how I knew she was your sister?"
He laughs drawing a few inches away from her "She looks exactly like Jon."
Visenya shakes her head "She didn't only reminded me of Jon but of you" he frowns at her words, Arya had never been compared to him, Sansa perhaps but her hair was more fiery than his. "She jutted her chin so proudly trying to catch me in a lie and there was a certain haughtiness and confidence in her shoulders, it was so like you when we first meet."
He laughs heartily and he doesn't quite understand why he feels so warm with having Arya resembling him but he is so pleased. He pecks her lips three times before leaving kisses all over her face and she laughs and tries to twist away from him but gasps in pain and he stops dead. He pales and looks down to see if she opened the stitches, but doesn't see any blood seeping through her thin shift.
"I am fine" she tells him and he frowns angry at himself for forgetting for those few seconds that she was injured. "Stop worrying, my king" his eyes snap towards her purple orbs and sees the playfulness in them he growls at her and she laughs and he knows she tries not to wince in pain for his benefit.
He kisses her lips lightly and when he is inches away from her he can see her eyes dropping in drowsiness "Sleep, my queen" those words make her eyes widen, especially since she sees how serious he is about it. He knows she will start to tell him how he shouldn't be saying that, but he only helps her lay down on her bed.
She must have sensed that whatever she was about to say wouldn't be well received so she merely squeezes his hand "Stay here?" she asks and he sees that vulnerability again and he nods.
"Of course"
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Robb sighs, yet again. He wants to pinch the bridge of his nose with what he is hearing, but he knows that it will only earn him a nudge from his brother. He chances a look at his dark haired brother and has to suppress a smirk at how annoyed even Jon looks.
Standing in front of him is the Brotherhood without Banners. Lord Dondarrion has been telling him about what the Brotherhood had been doing in the riverlands. He wants to point out that these lands are not actually under him, that this is an issue fit for the Queen of Westeros and not the King in the North.
When the priest coughs lightly and Dondarrion narrow his eyes at the sound, Robb understands that the man had been edging closer to the real conversation he wished to have. The King looks to his brother silently asking him to make the lord speak already, he was tired and he wished to see Visenya as he hadn't been able to see her after they had broken feast together.
"Is there something you wish to speak of Lord Dondarrion?"
The man nods solemnly "Aye, there is" Robb nods for him to continue when the older man looks at him. "My men told me of the Martell princess."
Theon tenses by his other side, he sits more tersely "What about her?"
"They said she stole our prisoner."
Robb doesn't let the frown he feels wanting to take place on his face appear. Visenya had told him about the Hound, how the soldiers hadn't wanted to give him a sword. She was amazed at the prowess the man possessed with a sword and how much his stature didn't diminish his quickness in combat.
"He is not a man made to be wandering through the realm without propose and I certainly do not want his proposes to be met with Tywin, he is someone we want standing with us and not against us."
"Stole?" Jon asks, his voice colder than it had been minutes ago and the other men in the room notice the change immediately. When the lord only nods Jon leans over the table, his hands folded on top of it "If this is proven to be right what do you wish for us to do?"
Beric clears his throat "We would like our prisoner back" another man clear his throat making Dondarrion sigh "one of my soldier also claims that because of the release of Clegane the four others were killed."
"And you wish for her to be blamed for it?" Theon asks his arms crossed over his chest, fury in his eyes as if he was preparing to pillage a village as his people had done in the past and it is enough to remind everyone that he is the heir to Pyke.
"They wish for a trial, yes."
Robb clenches his jaw and the grip he has on the arm chair is so tight he will not be surprised if there are markings afterwards. He can feel the growl building up on Grey Wind's throat and how both direwolves are only awaiting an order from their masters. He wants to rip their throats for their suggesting, for how they were questioning Visenya when she was doing everything in her power to take Arya away from the war and back to him.
The knock that echoes around the silent room is not enough to distract him from the desire to harm the men who wish hurt his family "Enter." He is able to say through clenched teeth.
The door opens revealing Visenya. Her hair is cascading over her shoulders, her sleeved green dress doesn't show any bandages that he knows are still being changed daily, for the last five days or how much any movement aches making her feel frustrated and he imagines that is why she is standing there looking pale and tired, but somehow proud to being able to move without anyone helping her. He wonders if she had been walking for long before hearing about this meeting.
He gets up intending to go to her, but Theon and Jon are already on the move, she rolls her eyes but lets them help her walk towards Theon's chair. Jon returns to his and Theon takes another sitting beside her.
He cannot help himself when he puts his hand on top of hers and she gives him a slight smile and he knows she is trying not to frown at the pain she must be feeling from the wound. "I am sorry for interrupting" she says and he knows she is not in the slight.
"You came in at the right moment, they were speaking about the battle on Greenfork" Theon drawls his lips curling into a smirk and she nods as if asking him to continue "They are accusing you of stealing a prisoner and that it lead to the deaths of four of their men."
"By prisoner do they mean Arya or Sandor?" she asks looking for the first time to the rest of the room, her head slightly inclined to the side making her look all the more innocent, though the smirk that curls on her lips take away when she continues "I am sure they must mean Sandor."
"O-of course!" one of the men say and Robb sees the way Dondarrion and the priest are assessing Visenya, their eyes watching every movement she makes.
Unconsciously she puts her hand on top of her wounds and slightly frowns in pain and he knows that she must have pulled something "I did not steal anyone." He can see that her anger at the wound is manifesting in their accusation, something that she would normally control better.
"The Hound was an asset to assure that Arya and I remained alive, if it had not been for his added strength only princess Arya would have survived the attack." His hand grips hers tighter, it doesn't matter that he had heard it before, when she was explaining the other reason she wanted to keep Clegane nearby – she might've protected him and gotten injured but if not for his skill with a sword the Lannisters would have emerged victors.
Dondarrion nods as if he knew it was the case "I am sure he was helpful, but it doesn't mean he isn't still our prisoner."
Robb can sense her angry energy and again she puts her hand on her wounds. She closes her eyes and he knows she is telling herself to be "Calm as still water" as Arya had said to her on one of the many times Visenya had been frustrated about not being able to move as she normally does.
"What do you want in exchange for Clegane?" Her words are met with surprise but she is steel now and she only wants to cut down her problems "What is the price I must pay for his release? Because I will not allow for a warrior like him perish in a dirty cell when he could be helping me win this war." Her eyes are trained on Dondarrion in fury and not for the first time Robb imagines that her house words could very well be 'Fire and Blood' "I will ask you again: what is the price?"
Dondarrion inclines his head thinking it over "Is Daenerys Targaryen coming to Westeros?"
"Queen Daenerys" she corrects through gritted teeth and Robb wants to tell them that the meeting was over and take her back to her bed, knowing that most of her annoyance was coming from pain. "She is the rightful Queen of Westeros, than yes she is coming."
"And you are cleaning the place for her?" the priest asks and it makes him earn a glare from Visenya.
"Queen Daenerys does not need anyone to rid her of enemies, she does that well all by herself. I am merely helping her achieve her throne faster." Visenya proudly raise her chin "She remembers her words just as I remember mine, Lord Dondarrion." Her purple eyes going back to the lord and he incline his head hearing her warning.
"We will be her royal subjects then?" he asks and she nods "Did Sandor Clegane killed any of my men?"
She smirks "In the battle of Greenfork no, he even saved those two who are still alive."
Dondarrion tenses at her words and as he looks to the two survivors they shrink slightly showing the room that she was right and it makes Robb want to send Grey Wind to attack them, for the lies they were spewing and for the accusation they had made about Visenya.
As Beric Dondarrion readies himself to kneel in front of Visenya she waves her hand at him stopping him before he reaches the ground "The kneeling is an honor reserved to Daenerys and Daenerys alone. I merely need your word, milord."
Respect is clear in Dondarrion's eyes "Queen Daenerys Targaryen has my sword and alliance at her disposal."
Visenya lets a small smile come to her lips "I am glad, especially after hearing of the good the brotherhood has done in the riverlands." Robb can see that her words makes the older man puff his chest in pride and as he turns back to his beloved, he notices that she is much more tired.
He doesn't say anything before rising and offering her his hand, which she takes instinctively "The conversation will have to wait until princess Visenya is feeling better." His voice is enough to warn anyone that he will not hear anything on the contrary and Jon said that he hadn't really learned anything while he had been playing at Robb the Lord back at Winterfell when they were children; he had learned that from watching their father having the final word.
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King's Landing – 299 AC
Tywin takes a sip of his wine while looking at the map of Westeros, he is wroth with his family and he doesn't even know how Jamie was able to escape from the clutches of the Northern army. He scoffs knowing that it wasn't only the Northern army, no, they had help from part of the Martell army – even if Doran and Oberyn hadn't been anywhere near the battle.
It is only a matter time until the Martells announce their true allegiance.
Anger is burning through his veins as he gets up from his chair making it topple over to the floor and he throws the wine glass to the other side of the room. It had been too long since he felt this blinding rage. He is being bested not by Doran or Oberyn in battle but by a green boy and a princess.
This isn't going as he had wished.
His daughter is a mess. Thinking that she had made all the right moves, but the way Joffrey acts is going to make more riots happen on the city, he is going to make the noble houses want to distance themselves. Olenna Tyrell had returned to the Reach leaving only Margaery and Loras and he knows that she wouldn't do it if something hadn't caught her eye. Which meant something was happening on the realm and he knew nothing about it, there was an option and it was very much real.
He would bet all of his gold that the Martells where involved in it and the Targaryens were as well.
He knew that something would happen, that the Martells had never forgiven him for what happened to Elia. He hadn't thought about Oberyn's true born and how she carried Valyrian blood, how tied she was to the Targaryens and how it would be useful to created bonds with the only remaining Targaryens.
Tywin curses under his breath, underneath the aloofness of Oberyn he had steel and Tywin had forgotten it, he hadn't thought that it would bleed to the other man's daughters. Tywin had been careless even more so because his children weren't ready to be leaders. Jaime was brilliant in being a warrior and commander of the troops but he could not handle a realm. Even if Cersei thought she was the perfect Queen and she was born to lead Westeros - she wasn't, and he hated that the only one of his children that was in the right way to be a good ruler was Tyrion.
How much he hated his son. The Imp was the only one of his children that he could actually see himself in, seven hells, he could even see Joanna in Tyrion. How he despised his dwarf son, he had not only stolen his wife from him but the good traits from their family, he had to be the one that was truly a Lannister, Tyrion had not only stolen his beautiful wife but had stolen Tywin the perfect son, the son that would have made the Lannister name great.
Tywin sighs and shakes his head; there was no more time for his tantrum. He goes back to his desk and picks up his quill and begins writing the letter that he should have written a long time ago. He had given too much time for his enemies to grow, he was a Lannister, a lion, he wouldn't let them trample all along him and his family.
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"Whatever you need doing in your plan, you need to do it now."
Varys stops writing his latest report to the queen mother to look at Tyrion. The small man is a little pale, his eyes wide making his scar pull at the skin, he is clearly worried. "What now?"
"Tywin sent a letter to the Martells he is demanding that they send someone to explain themselves about the rumors of treachery to the crown."
"Your father doesn't deal with rumors."
"Exactly, if he is doing this it means he is closing in on something, he will begin to clean house and after the Martells are dealt with he will turn his attention to whom?"
Varys knows exactly what Tyrion is saying, they are without time. He must warn Visenya Martell and have her meet them on Esso, they mustn't linger.
Tywin will want to know how he hadn't been getting information about the Martells and their plan of taking back the throne, how news of Daenerys no longer reached the ears on King's Landing. Varys knows that his head will be forfeit in sight of all this questions and his friendship with Tyrion didn't help him. If Tywin had already sent a letter it meant that they had little time to act, he knows that they don't even have days that the old lion must already be thinking of how to best deal with them – even if he is not sure if Tyrion or himself are at fault, they are the biggest threats to his regime.
"Get Sansa and make her pack, speak to Sarella and send Pod to me I could use his help then meet me here in four hours."
Tyrion can see the slight desperation to live holding on to Varys, something which the eunuch always keeps under wraps and it is enough to make him turn on his heels and obey the other man's words. He knows that the eunuch is a survivor and he is going to do his very best to prosper in the situation they find themselves in and it makes Tyrion trust him as he had never done with anyone that wasn't Jaime.
He tries not to break his step when he thinks back towards his brother, the beautiful and strong lion. His brother, the only one that had given a spec of affection while growing up, the one that had always defended him, the one that had been corrupted by their father and sister who hadn't let Jaime be Jaime, but this twisted version that Tyrion more often than not didn't like, but he still remained his brother. Damn Jaime, but he loved him.
He loved his brother but he couldn't linger in King's Landing if it meant his death, he cannot wait until his brother is healed and functioning without the milk of the poppy for him to say goodbye. It pains him, though something whispers that Jaime wouldn't appreciate if he did something as stupid as going towards Jaime's room to only say his farewell to the only one in their family that he loved and damned everyone with him.
He enters his quarters and he could have jumped in relieve that Sansa is not walking around with Margaery and is actually in their room, she looks up startled by the door slamming shut, her blue eyes fall on him and somehow just by looking at his face she is up from her chair "Is it time to leave?" she asks him.
He nods and she is swiftly moving around the room and he notices that she had left everything mostly organized in some way in which it would be easy to get if they had to make a hasty retreat, as they have to now. Sarella steps away from the shadow and he doesn't waste time in informing her of what is happening, her face goes blank and then she nods to him "I'll also send a letter to my sister" she says before going towards Sansa who in the middle of his explanation stopped what she was doing to pay attention "My sister will do everything in her power to return you to your pack" Sarella shots Tyrion a smirk before turning back to the red head "and so will your lord husband."
Sansa smiles and Tyrion can see that there are tears gathered in her eyes but she doesn't let them fall "Be safe" she urges to Sarella who nods and squeezes one of Sansa's hand before going to the door, she stops before opening "Tell her I am sorry, for… well, she will understand."
"We will" Tyrion assures and Sarella opens the door closing it quietly. Tyrion looks at his wife and is relieved in seeing her resolution in surviving – together.
Sansa nods at him and continues to pack and he goes to find Pod and tell him to go to Varys. He sighs at the deserted corridor and goes back to his room to help Sansa to finish her pack.