❅ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ? {ᴛʏʀɪᴏɴ}
Her composure teetered on a thin thread, despite of being capable to withstand certain situations ...now the strength built crumbled. Many thoughts have assaulted her while she awaited in the station. Whether she was shunning her tears due the newfound circumstances or because this sudden loneliness upon her shoulders, now they mattered little. How foolish was to think she would ever be free from them -- why of all people it had to be the Imp?
Would he try hurting me? Though that would seem more logical, she couldn't picture such but then again, why should she think otherwise? He's a Lannister.That alone prevented more questions to appear, it all fell on managing to stand against him -- what harm can he do when he was no one anymore? And Sansa as well, the Stark name meant nothing.
But I have my pride.
"I...--" Dry throat inhibited a normal flow of her words, how easily she could notice her hands were trembling but even so, she kept a firm gaze while standing up from her seat. Few steps distanced her from the man she was forced to call husband, how come they felt like an eternity until reaching his side? "I thought my lord perished..."