This chapter is a little short, but I felt there were some loose ends that needed tying, without describing every second of their journey across the Narrow Sea.
BRIENNE
A knock on the door woke her from a light sleep. There was no other kind of rest for her these days, especially on a rocking ship. "You may enter", she called. Podrick peeked into the room with a wide grin, "We've reached the shore milady; shall I fetch Sansa?" Finally, dry land! The swaying motions of the small boat had not been pleasant in the past weeks, and Brienne would happily kiss the sands of Mereen. "Yes, Pod. Tell her to get her things together and that we will arrive shortly."
The trip hadn't been so bad, really. They had waited a week to depart for the south, simply to rest and to allow for Sansa's leg to heal. She hadn't realized that she had been unconscious for a week before she woke. Leg still splinted, Pod had carried her aboard the small ship and found a comfortable enough spot for her to rest for the duration of their journey.
By the end of the month of travel, Sansa was able to walk. The break in her leg was small and healed very quickly and neatly. Thank the Gods. I do not want to have to carry her through the streets of Mereen. She went up the deck and saw the young girl staring towards the shore. Her face was unreadable; not sad, not happy. She was lost in some far away land, deep in her thoughts. I wonder how she managed to survive all of this, all by herself. She suddenly felt more awe than pity towards the Stark girl.
An hour later, they were trekking through the marketplace in Mereen. It was ridiculously hot for what they were wearing. Clearly they had come from the deep north, with their many layers and long sleeves. Let's hope this queen will honor us with a bath. That, or I will kindly offer her my head; anything to get out of this bloody hotness. She still could not believe where she was. They were going to beg the Queen of dragons for mercy and offer their services. Brienne, who had served a usurper, Renly Baratheon, Podrick, who had served the Lannister's, and Sansa Stark, whose father helped to overthrow the Targaryen's. Let's hope this mother of dragons is not one to hold grudges, she thought bitterly.
"Is that where we're going?" Sansa asked, looking at the enormous edifice standing above all the other houses, somewhere in the distance. Podrick looked up as well before answering "Yes, I imagine that's where she'll be". They should be there just before sundown, if her calculations were correct; which they usually were. She'd been travelling long enough to estimate time passing by the sun's movements. Thought it seemed that the sun was in the sky much longer in the south. She grew more nervous with each step they took, but knew this was the only option for their survival.
They were no more than an hour's walk from the palace when they heard a voice from inside a small tavern. "Tarth, Payne, and Stark; an odd grouping indeed". Brienne turned towards the speaker, sword already drawn. Podrick unsheathed his own dagger and stood protectively in front of Sansa, who looked nothing more than curious. Sansa's eyes went as wide as apples before she exclaimed "Lord Varys!"