Tyrion III

"Castle's nice" said Bronn to Tyrion as they walked along Winterfell's walls during the night.

"It very much is." Said Tyrion. He had finally shaved his beard, which made him would have made him unrecognizable to most, if not for his beard.

"So what are we going to do with the wildfire?" Bronn asked

"Same thing we did with it when it came to Stannis Baratheon's fleet" Tyrion said. He then looked at the woods outside Winterfell. Where Stannis Baratheon had gave his last breath. He was thinking of the unpleasant thought of Stannis attacking Winterfell as a wight, Tyrion hoped that wights did not retain any intelligence, or with Stannis Baratheon at their head Westeros was already doomed. Anyways, Jon Snow had assured him that thye had burnt every body they could find in the North, skeletons alike.

"We don't even know where they'll attack from." Bronn remarked.

"From the North or the East most likely, but it doesn't matter."

"What's your plan?" Bronn asked

"We'll need 2 horses for every barrel of wildfire. When the dead attack, we can send the horses in, and archers can light the barrels up when the horses are in range of the dead." Tyrion said, to which Bronn shaked his head showing his disappproval.

"Nah, it would be wasting them. One barrel of wildfire can still so a shitload of damage, but with the army they have it's stupid to use them like that. Ya need to concentrate the explosion. How many barrels do we have? 40?" Tyrion nodded in approval to Bronn. "With that you can make an explosion as big as Cersei's when she blew up the sept. With that you can take a big chunk of the fookers back to the grave. Take 8 horses, put them to the carriage with the barrels and spank them to send them all the way to the middle of their army and light 'em up. Then kill the rest of the fookers with the dragons."

"But if they do have a dragon too..." Tyrion started

"It would be a problem, but not as much as this one coming your way." Bron said pointing out at someone behind Tyrion. The dwarf turned around to see Sansa, his own wife, though they never loved eachother romatically. Sansa had grew up though, she was a woman now, which felt strange for Tyrion, to look at someone that way when last he saw her she was still a child. Bronn then left them to eachother.

"Lady Stark, you've seemed to grew up both in height and power."

"You've seemed to have grown up in power too, Lord Tyrion." She said. "4 years at the court in King's Landing, a year in Littlefinger's claws, another in the Boltons' grasp, another one reclaiming your home and the last one ruling it eventually teaches you how to play the game, whether you want it or not."

"It seems your time in King's Landing has had its use. Your brother was right, you have started to let on." Tyrion said to which Sansa replied with a look that made her seem surprised that Jon said that. "You seem surprised. He did give you control of the North while you were gone." Which was met with a small laugh from Sansa.

"Control of the North? He simply surrendered it because of his own feelings for your queen, if it wasn't for me they'd try to have his head. He had the opportunity to leave us free and get Cersei's armies. Now, we only have these two and we'd be under foreign control if I hadn't lie to our bannermen for his own sake. At least now it's a marriage rather than us bending the knee." Sansa said.

"Your brother did the right thing. If he had accepted Cersei's offer she would hve either sent no armies or send armies to stab us in the back. And besides he and Daenerys didn't marry yet."

"They just did, in the godswood. I was his witness while her servant from Naath served as witness to Daenerys."

Tyrion didn't expect them to marry so fast, but he wasn't surprised, If the dead were to storm Winterfell and win, Jon and Daenerys would most likely want to be one soul before dying if any of them believed in spiritual marriage. Though it had surprise Tyrion that Daenerys would make a marriage in the faith of the old gods, rather than the faith of the seven since it was the most widespread religion across Westeros.

"Did. Did Jon tell you? About..." Sansa asked

"No, but it was quite obvious, any man or woman could have seen that if they paid attention to him." The dwarf answered, telling her about his relationship with Daenerys.

"To think he's a Targaryen..."

"Well, it's a first time in history a man takes the name of his wife." Tyrion said, but he looked at Sansa, and her expression betrayed her.

She said something she wasn't supposed to say. But what was Sansa saying? Jon couldn't be a Targaryen, his father is Ned Stark, and even if his mother would be a Targaryen he's a bastard. But even then, was he really Ned Stark's bastard son? The man was so honorable he was ready to plunge Westeros in a civil war only so the "rightful heir" could sit on the iron throne. He was too honorable to have a bastard. But if Jon Snow looked like a Stark, but his name would be Targaryen, he could only be the son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark. Protecting his sister's son would make more sense for Ned Stark than having a bastard.

"He's not Ned Stark's bastard" Tyrion said, and even in the darkness of the night he could see Sansa blush, he was right. "That only makes him Rhaegar's bastard, his name can't be Targaryen."

"No. His friend went to the citadel, he found a record that proved that Rhaegar annulled his marriage with Elia Martell to marry Lyanna Stark." She said, admitting defeat.

"He still married Daenerys after learning that?"

"I told you they just married." Sansa said