A Holiday by Decree
~~ Day 2 ~~
Unfortunately, those eyes were also clearly wet like two pools as well.
He didn't even have a chance to react before Sansa Stark, sitting there right in front of him, turned and wiped her eyes on her sleeve like she had not been crying just a moment before.
"Lady Sansa," he greeted automatically, once she faced him again. Years at court had Tyrion programmed, though still in disbelief, he forgot the bow that politeness usually demanded.
The redness around her eyes threatened to make him lose his mind and ask her what was wrong, but it didn't change things; she, his ex-wife, had been there first, doing what he did not know, and Tyrion knew very well that he did not belong.
Tyrion forced his thoughts into line. "Though I don't know quite how this happened, I am starting to have an idea. I'll just let you be-" he said. His vest started to drip as he backed away, while she watched.
He could just go back through the rain, Tyrion told himself - until he turned and ran straight back into the maid - who finally had his wine. The tall, young girl's expression was scared.
"I looked for you - do you want your wine -, My Lord, a-and my Lady" she said shakily upon also registering Sansa's presence.
Tyrion suppressed an exasperated sigh. Something was definitely up with this whole thing, and the maid's expression seemed to confirm it.
At least the fact that there was apparently another guest on the property seemed to explain the servants' slowness a bit more, Tyrion thought a bit ruefully.
"That won't be necessary anymore, I'll just please need you to show me the way back -" he said, in an attempt to save his liver, though also knowing he would probably be wishing for that wine again by the night.
It was going to take some considerable effort to forget how he had found his ex-wife sitting like that, right there at the dining table. However, if he knew what was good for him, he most certainly had to; because of the obviousness with which Sansa had never bothered to contact him again after the peace ensued, he had managed to convince himself she was entirely unavailable.
"Wait, keep the wine here, and I'll please take another cup," Sansa said to handle the maid before she redirected her gaze, clearly just at him: "Tyrion - stay."
