Wounds (Sansa & Sandor)

Chapter XIV

Tyrion took a deep breath. A chill ran down his spine. After a hellish journey they had already arrived.

In the light of a clear evening, which anticipated frost, Winterfell, completely covered in snow, has just appeared when passing the last curve of the road. He closed his eyes thinking of a good fire and a good glass of wine ... well, more like a good bottle. Although he had promised the King that he would lower his daily alcohol intake, this was not a good time for delicacies.

His balls had been frozen since he got off the boat and he was convinced that either he would warm up soon, inside and out or they were going to fall off ... and that would be a shame ... he smiled, especially , for the ladies.

The gates of the fortress were opened when they were only a few meters to reach them.

Once in the yard, he got off his horse, and let his servants lead him to the stables, along with their own. There was not a soul in the yard. He understood that all the inhabitants of the castle had to be preparing for the great event. Only in the stables was movement visible.

Edmund, the castle steward, appeared at once to greet him, from the main wing, encased in a thick fur coat.

- Lord Tyrion! we are delighted that he has arrived. Lady Sansa is preparing for the ceremony.- she let him know, while she made him a subtle bow. Not for nothing was the Hand of the King in the South. The hand of King Bran.

Tyrion nodded politely.

- Feed and drink my men, if possible by a good fire. . he said and then looked around. He recognized ancient Winterfell among the heaps of snow. Everything shattered in the battle against the night army had been rebuilt - ... Even words freeze here ...

- We will Lord Tyrion, everything is ready to receive you ... Will you please accompany me? Lady Sansa awaits you.

Tyrion followed the hand of the future queen into Sansa's chambers.

When he came in he wasn't ready to see her. He smiled devoutly at Sansa's magnificence. Immense in a regal costume and perfect for the moment, it was the vivid image of duty, temperance, knowing how to be ... and power ... How far was the girl who went to Landing infatuated with a prince charming who It never was? .. You looked at the details of the dress ... were those flowers from the Tully house? ... that updo in her hair, did it look like Margery's or Cerseys? the leaves of the arciano and the wolves ... The only fault that could be put, they were deep dark circles darkened his eyes. Her nerves of the moment had not let her sleep.

Sansa greeted him with joy. She stepped away from the mirror where her maid was putting the finishing touches on it, and she turned to him.

- Tyrion! ... You have arrived!

The man with the most power in Westeros took her hands and kissed them.

- My lady ... You are absolutely incredible! ...

Sansa smiled gratefully, feeling that he meant it.

-... and tremendously nervous .-she added.

- You don't have to ... I don't think you have any problems. I can't imagine anyone more appropriate to the throne of the North ... - she saw the fireplace lit at the back of the room and a full bottle of wine on a small table by the narrow window - ... may I? .- He asked Sansa, while he was already addressing them.

Sansa nodded in amusement.

- Cold?

Tyrion poured himself a drink and faced the fire.

-Cold is a word that does not define what I have felt since I got off the boat .. .- He looked at Sansa, while she put a little makeup on her pale face-. I have feared losing my enormous attributes. What would become of me? .- he asked himself ruefully.