Succession line

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"Laena. We need to talk." Sansa's rushed voice caught the attention of Lady Tyrell who was sparring with Ludwig Selmy. The urgency of the matter clear on her usually collected, cold face. Nodding to her knight, Laena ushered the squire to get her out of her armor while locking eyes with the troubled blue eyes belonged to Sansa, worriedly.

The commander followed the Lady Stark into the crypt of Winterfell where the members of House Stark is buried. Despite the peculiarity of Sansa's chosen place to converse, Laena silently followed her through the dim lit hall, passing tens of tombs on their way.

After their eventful dinner, the pair hasn't been able to spend much time together. For Laena, it was due to her slight disappointment she felt for her friend and as for Sansa, she wasn't able to process the queen's confident claim on her friend.

"I must tell you something in secrecy. I know you are doing this for the good of the realm. You have always been good, Laena. One of the truly good ones." Sansa said as she stopped in front of a statue belonged to a woman. Deep down, she couldn't accept that Laena's heart belonged to the foreign queen and she desperately wanted to believe Laena's loyalty is because she wants better queen on the throne than Cersei. Nothing else.

Not following where she is going with it, Laena only nodded her to continue. Clearing her throat softly, Sansa hesitantly turned to the statue, "This is my aunt Lyanna. The one who was abducted by Rhaegar Targaryen, the crown prince."

It was almost a tale as old as time. The perfect prince going mad all of a sudden, abducting the Stark girl who was promised to Robert Baratheon. The very reason Targaryen dynasty fell during the Robert's rebellion. Everyone in Westeros knows the common tale. But Sansa had a different version of it to tell.

"Samwell Tarly found in Citadel that Rhaegar and Lyanna were married in private ceremony. They were in love and...had a son." Sansa finished the last part in whisper as she suddenly feared the commander's reaction. She wouldn't expose such valuable information that would disrupt not only the history but the current succession line to the iron throne. However, she was blinded by despair to believe that Laena will support her and her brother if given the choice.

"A son?" was the only thing Laena could mutter after hearing the troubling revelation that could affect her queen gravely. A male descendant of the Targaryen line and the son of the previous crown prince has more claim to the throne than a princess. It will surely rile up the current allegiances she and Daenerys barely acquired with good reasons and persuasions.

Sansa nodded, "Yes. Will you support him?"

"Who is it?" Laena counter asked but it wasn't for the reason Sansa hoped for. Seeing the firm eyes of Laena, the Stark hesitated but commander pushed, "I can't blindly support someone just because he is a son of a prince I never knew."

"It is Jon." She whispered even though she realized there was never a choice for Laena from the start. All she could do was stare at the back of the rose, who turned and walked towards the entrance without another word but not before giving her a meaningful look with a hint of chilling coldness Sansa received from her the other night.

Laena's destination was clear as she calmly opened the door to the council room where Jon, Tyrion, Varys, Greyworm and Seaworth were present. The commander scanned the room thoughtfully, "Could you excuse us for a moment, Ser Seaworth and Greyworm." It wasn't a question but an order. The message was received by the others clearly.

"My lady." Seaworth nodded before passing her but Laena stopped Greyworm, "Wait by the door. Do not let anyone enter...or out without my order." Upon hearing Laena, Lord Varys's eyes widened while Tyrion was dumbfounded.

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