When Sansa's clear blue eyes locked with Tyrion's mismatched pair, she felt the air rush from her lungs. Instantly, all semblance of relaxation that she had struggled to obtain was washed away and dread filled her. Her shaky hand lowered her goblet of wine and the other pulled little Robin all the closer. The little boy had found his way into her lap like normal, but Sansa was aware how little protection her offered her, even when he was literally shielding her from Tyrion. Even if he was of sound mind, she doubted the Lord of the Vale would be able to protect her from this vengeful queen. One word from the dwarf and all her hard work to remain cloaked under this alias would crumble. The silver queen would know it was the heir of the north before her- the daughter of Eddard Stark, the man who played an integral part of her families downfall and the only remaining sibling to the fallen King in the North. With Robb Stark dead and gone with no children, and with her two little brothers lost, Sansa could easily claim the title of Queen in the North, a rival to Daenerys' own crown.
Sansa's mind instantly flashed to the moment the valeryian steel had severed Lord Baelish's head from his shoulders and wondered how quick her own execution would be. She squared her shoulders under Tyrion's cryptic gaze, preparing herself for the worst. The dwarf had yet to say a word, but she knew he held no love for her. She had abandoned him to take the punishment for Joffrey's death. He would no doubt now leave her to her own destruction when the silver queen demanded her death. But she would face death with the dignity and grace of the winter queen she would be accused of being.
However, all her grandstanding thoughts and preparation came to naught as a wide smile came over Tyrion's features. His gaze had lowered to the sweet boy in her arms and he bowed shortly.
"I've missed you, Lord Robert!" He said playfully, causing a confused look to cross Sansa and Daenerys' faces. "We go way back, you see" Tyrion explained quickly. "This little lord almost taught me how to fly!" Although the words could have been spoken accusingly, Tyrion's playful tone and genuine smile made it clear there was no grudge. Even if Lord Tyrion was still angry with Lord Robin, it was clear that the little boy barely remembered the interaction all those years ago. "Would you believe it, Lord Robert, it only took me a few more years to learn how on my own." His exaggerated wink had the boy giggling. "In any case, I thank you for introducing me to the subject!" Now even the silver woman was smiling at the interaction.
"I see there's no need to introduce my lord hand then! Clearly you are old friends!" She continued the jest. Tyrion nodded slowly then and his eyes returned to Sansa.
"Though I don't think I've met you, my lady...?" Sansa opened her mouth to reply, but found her throat impossibly dry.
"Stone. Alayne Stone." She croaked unconvincingly, but Tyrion nodded all the same.
"Lady Stone." He confirmed, and Sansa cursed herself for being unable to read him in the slightest. The silver queen leaned towards her hand and whispered something in his ear, giving Sansa a reassuring look. Tyrion's eyebrows raised at the queens whispering and he studied Sansa further. "Littlefinger's child?" he asked and Sansa could only nod stiffly.
Daenerys mistook her hesitation for fear and she reached across, brushing her fingers over Sansa's stiff fist. "You have nothing to fear from us, child" she said soothingly. "We do not choose who we are born to. You didn't even know your father until later in life, but you must trust that he deserved the end he received today. My own father was known for his unjust punishments... but I am not my father. Petyr Baelish may have been guilty of much, but I gave him a swift death dealt by one of my most trusted in my Queen's guard..."
Tyrion was nodded, his eyes never leaving Sansa's face. She squirmed slightly under his scrutiny, but instantly they were all distracted.
"Uncle Petyr is dead?" Robin squeaked loudly and they all stared in shock as the little boy's face screwed up in confusion. The chatter from the table across from them also fell silent at the boy's outburst and Sansa looked across to Harry. They shared an unspoken agreement and Sansa stood abruptly, holding the boy close to her chest. "Alayne! What do they mean? Where is Uncle Petyr?!"
"Hush now, Sweetrobin..." Sansa whispered in his ear, clutching him desperately to her, feeling him start to shake. Harry had taken some warm furs from where Robin had abandoned them in favor for the fire and was rushing towards them in the confusion. The queen and her party looked on as they wrapped the shaking boy in the furs as you would swaddle an infant. Robin had started crying out, screaming for Baelish before his cries devolved into nonsense. When he was finally secure in his wrappings, Harry hoisted him over his shoulder, carrying him swiftly from the hall. As the Maester went to follow, Sansa grabbed his sleeve. "No sweetsleep!" She hissed and the man nodded solemnly, rushing after Harry to care for his charge. Sansa watched them disappear around the corner and sighed. She had hoped one small fit this morning would have saved them from anymore tonight, but she had not realized the little boy was unaware of the morning's activities. She cursed herself for her own oversight. She would have to go to him after he had calmed and explain everything. Vowing to deal with that only when she had to, she turned to face the queen and Tyrion again. The whole group was staring at her when she turned and Daenerys rushed forward.
"My lady..." she looked distraught. "I'm...I'm so sorry. I didn't know he hadn't been told..."
Although it could be dangerous, Sansa couldn't help the annoyance that was bubbling up in her. She all but glared at the woman before her. "He is a child, your grace. A child who has lost the closest thing he had to a father because you say he deserved to die." She was practically snarling at the queen, who actually looked ashamed. Tyrion was approaching behind her and was eyeing Sansa curiously. "Forgive me, but I must attend to my lord. Someone will come to show you to your rooms." She whirled away from the shocked queen and strode away purposefully. It would be a long evening coaxing her little cousin back to health and she was not looking forward to it.
A/N: Short chapter! Hopefully updating a little sooner to make up for it.