A Holiday by Decree
~~ Day 5 ~~
He broke up to the surface a moment later, and stroked back and forth, across the large pool for a while. When he was satisfied that he had a decent workout, he swam to the end of the pool that looked out on the ocean. As the surf rolled in and out below, he hung from his underarms on the edge of the pool for a time to watch the waves. The place he was in again struck Tyrion as idyllic in every way, and he seemed to enjoy it even more, realizing that he could have been holed up in a stuffy ship's cabin if things had gone differently. He only hoped that for once he would make the right decisions with his head where his heart was concerned.
Feeling the burn of the sun on his scalp and shoulders, even through his shirt, he took a deep breath and ducked back under the water. Having developed the ability to hold his breath underwater for long periods of time as a boy, he skillfully stroked beneath the surface almost the entire length of the pool.
When he emerged again for air, wicking water from his eyes and face, to his surprise his eyes landed on the object of his heart.
:
Sansa sat on the edge of one of the pool lounges in a white blouse and a navy skirt of her own design, delivered that morning. Like one of Daenerys' dresses that she had favored already in the trip, her design had called for a V-neckline and elbow length balloon sleeves, that closed in a neat line of buttons from below the bust to her waist. The blouse she had requested in navy, but now understanding the intensity of the sun, she was glad that the tailor had made the change to white. The skirt had turned out a bit differently than she had expected as well. However, she considered that the flowing construction that went down to her ankles perhaps required pleating and banding, being made from the lightweight, stone-washed cotton as it was. She had her hair braided with dark ribbon down her back again. The dark brown leather slingback sandals she now wore fit her better, as they had been sized for her feet, which were larger than Daenerys'.
"You look lovely today, my Lady," Tyrion said, from the shallow end of the pool, where the water was only up to his shoulders. Beside the low wall, he gave a bounce, and with an impressive launch from his shoulders, he boosted himself up onto the edge of the pool with a splash. Where he sat on the edge, water running off of him, Sansa surprised herself, as she caught her eyes hungrily roaming his form. The cling of his wet shirt and shorts left far less to the imagination than his usual modest attire. As she had guessed before, despite his small stature, he was fitter than most people probably bothered to notice.
