A Holiday by Decree
~~ Day 4 ~~
"I see, well, I am awake" Tyrion remarked, reflexively attempting to sound droll, though his senses of concern and confusion were deepening. While he was sure something else had to be behind her loitering by his bedroom door, his willpower where Sansa was concerned had been already threadbare by the afternoon. The look of what whatever she was up to now was not helping Tyrion's irrational psyche at all.
Therefore, when she asked, "May I come in?" Tyrion glared down at the empty carafe in his hand. If only staring at it could magically make it fill with wine, but then again, he was not sure that would be for the best, given the precariousness of his feelings.
After Sansa had passed into the room, Tyrion reclosed the door and returned the carafe to its place. Behind him, Sansa had put down her candle holder on top of a low dresser and perched in the seat of the box window adjacent to his bed.
Tyrion glanced at his visitor's appearance again. Even in the middle of the night and possibly bed-tousled, Sansa looked incredible, though he was unsure he could say the same for himself. The realization that they were alone in his chambers in little more than their bedclothes, threatened to do things to him. Fortunately, the chaotic sight of his personal items, clothes, books, and everything else skewed about the room and even the bed, tempered the mood.
"How is it going?" Sansa asked with a look around.
"I fell asleep earlier and just got started," he gestured back to the mess, before picking up a small stack of books he had thought might go in his chest first.
For a long moment, neither of them said anything. Even with the doors and windows closed, the muffled sound of the crashing of the waves outside could still be heard.
Having turned to his chest only halfway, Tyrion put the books back down on the bed. "Sansa, why are you here?" he asked.
It was hard for Tyrion to find the fortitude not to drag out things any further, but he knew it was not wise to prolong them either. He had to get it over with and ask.
Sansa seemed to consider her words for a moment, but when she finally spoke, she looked him head on with all the strength of the queen that she was; while her reason was far more direct than he would have guessed, it seemed to hint at a vulnerability in Sansa that Tyrion so wanted to believe was real: "I didn't originally know that you would be here, but I'm actually feeling very disappointed, now that you're leaving."
"Well, I wish that you'd stop," Tyrion responded quietly but tensely, though it was taking all the strength he had.
He only hoped he sounded more emphatic and repellant than he really felt, which after all, was simply just pained.
