A Holiday by Decree
~~ Day 2 ~~
Tyrion then purposely made a distracting show of reaching across the table to place his empty cup back on the tray in front of Sansa.
"With that, I should be going - I have little doubt I'll be able to find other accommodations on the 'morrow -" he said, turning and exiting his seat faster than most would assume that he could. Had he looked, he would have found that it had certainly left Sansa Stark confused; however, instead he was in a hurry, suddenly afraid that in daring to show his feelings, he would become the butt of either her amusement or her insult.
"My Lord -" she interjected seriously from behind him, as he had purposely turned away from her to redon his now-dry vest. Just my luck - insult it seems to be. Tyrion Lannister, what exactly is wrong with you – he wondered. Speaking aloud his heartfelt sentiments toward her had seemed like such a fine thing a moment ago, and now–
"Tyrion," she said more emphatically a moment later.
Slowly, Tyrion forced himself to look up from straightening his left lapel, which had wrinkled from the rainwater.
Sansa's look, with her dark eyebrows and Northern, ice-blue eyes, was cross, but when she spoke, it was not for the reason he guessed. "Why in the world are you talking of leaving? Did you not arrive just this morning?"
Tyrion swallowed and looked up carefully past his bangs at the fierce woman in front of him. He had his hair trimmed before departing Westeros, but with the rainy humidity, his curls were wild. "I never intended to encroach on your holiday, my Lady. Being that we've discovered this predicament though, I think it makes the most sense for me to leave," he explained in what he hoped were logical sounding tones.
"Don't be ridiculous," she shot out immediately. "Just because Daenerys and Jon can't seem to compare notes in their unilateral decisions, should not mean that you would have to miss out on a holiday in this beautiful home - did we not both agree that it's a remarkably beautiful property?"
Yes, that was when it was all small talk, before I felt the need to start carving out my heart, Tyrion thought sardonically. "Yes, my Lady, but -" he tried again - but to no avail.
"Stay, Tyrion - at least if you can bear to see me around, that is. Otherwise, there is no reason why we can't share the place. It's certainly big enough, if it still took us several hours to run into each other," she remarked pointedly. "So?"
Tyrion fidgeted anxiously with the back of the chair he had vacated. Cautiously, he looked at her. "Certainly, to have you around is not an issue in the slightest for me, but since you seem to claim the same where it concerns me, I suppose I need not leave - thank you, my Lady. " He finished respectfully with a bow of his head, before adding, "I promise you, I won't aim to abuse it."
