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that question kept repeating in her head. what about the north? she couldn’t answer. confliction filled her as she remembered pulling her hand away from the fire haired lady of winterfell. a part of her understood the demanding question, but how could she answer? jon bent the knee to her. willingly gave winterfell to her, but sansa was holding on. she admired her for that. they were both like minded, and so strong. they were independent and both knew just how to rule. eyes found the other in the pit of darkness, and she knew it was mere hours until the night king would arrive with his army, and so she picked up her dress, and slowly walked over to the lady of winterfell, head tilting to the side as her violet eyes glistened like two stars in a nights sky. “how are you fairing, lady stark?” she asked, forcing a smile to cross her features. she wanted them to work. she wanted them both to favour each other.

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the young falcons jaw was clenched as she spoke, trying his hardest to bite his tounge but he could not help it when he heard her words.

“ I can understand why you lied but I am not sure I can forgive it. When would you have told me? The day of our wedding or when I became Lord of the Vale?”

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― love & duty ( sansa / tyrion )

it's been a fortnight since sansa stark was crowned the queen in the north, a much deserving title. she requested tyrion as her hand, and he was hesitant to accept at first. serving a queen who could have killed that many innocents without batting an eye ― a queen he followed with so loyally ― he hadn't expected sansa to even consider him. but he accepted, because serving sansa stark is an honor.

he spends the next week in her presence quite often / she makes the grief a bit easier to deal with. the grief of losing the only family he had left in the entire world. the only brother who loved him for exactly who & what he was. he would never share another relationship with anyone that could ever be that special again. sansa, though ― she's been through so much pain, torture and agony for so many years and she still manages the purest of smiles that gives tyrion hope that he too can be happy once again.

it is late this evening, and tyrion is having trouble sleeping ( as usual ). he leaves his chambers to enter the meeting hall for a bit of wine, of course. what else would the dwarf do to help him sleep? normally, he would pay for a whore and go at it until he got tired. but he's in no mood.

however, as he enters the hall, he's surprised to find the redhead at the table doing exactly what he came here to do.

❛ your grace, ❜ he gives a proper bow of his head, ❛ i wasn't expecting to see you here at this hour. great minds think alike, i suppose, ❜ he quips, gesturing toward the wine. ❛ you care for some company? ❜

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#sanscreginc #ic: tyrion

meta topic : what does robin thinks about lysa arryn's death ?

Perhaps if he had remained ignorant of how his mother truly treated him his love for her would have remained untainted and pure. He felt guilt for not missing her more but the bitterness in his heart was too deeply engraved for him to forgive. She had stolen a proper life from him, ensuring that everyday would be a constant fight for the young Lord of the Vale to prevail. Lysa Arryn was dead and he was okay with that.

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“Don’t say that, you never know what could happen. Perhaps when all this is done we could go to Highgarden together?” She hummed quietly under her breath, looking out at the white landscape before them. “It won’t be.. quite the same without my family there but, it will still be beautiful none the less.”

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“You’ll leave me?”

✖ 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴 ( ᵃᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗⁱⁿᵍ ) ✖ » @sanscreginc

it was as though his hands had autonomy of their own; they reached out, taking sansa’s dainty fingers in his grasp and squeezing them tightly. coffee-stained hues met her tully blue eyes and anchored their gaze. thick brows thread together in slight, a small, timid and entirely uncertain smile painting itself upon his rugged features. WOULD HE LEAVE HER? it was a foolish question. in a sense, he wouldn’t leave her, not in a thousand lifetimes. he had sworn to P R O T E C T her, and nothing would stop him from fulfilling that promise —— even if it meant giving his own life, he would keep it. but physically, he had to go; he needed to do so, to protect her. they needed ALL THE MEN THEY COULD GET. and that meant travelling south to meet the dragon queen. it was the only way they could possibly get the men that the needed to defeat the others, who were marching closer and closer toward them with every passing second.

“aye, sansa, i’m leaving you.” he sighed, knowing that she wouldn’t take kindly to those words. “but you NEED TO UNDERSTAND, i’m going so that i can protect you. we need daenerys’s men; she has unsullied, dothraki and 𝔻ℝ𝔸𝔾𝕆ℕ𝕊. it’s the only way we stand the chance of defeating the night king and his army of dead. i will return as soon as i can, i promise you.”

#sanscreginc #【＊　ＡＮＳＷＥＲＥＤ　＊】#;; ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ɴᴏ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ #v;1 #𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 #𝐢 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 ( sansa )#( sad face )