The Lost Stag

Stormborn & The Queen's Justice

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                  In Winterfell's courtyard, young boys and girls, including Rickon, are practicing archery. Jon, Sansa, Valen, and Davos stand on the upper balcony watching the training. "Do you think it's really Tyrion? It could be someone trying to lure you into a trap," Jon pointed out.

                  "The powerful have always preyed on the powerless. That's how they became powerful in the first place," Valen read out loud, then looked at Jon. "That's the first thing my uncle Tyrion ever said to me. He was visiting Storm's End for the first time since I had been born. I was six years old, and the blacksmith's sons had beaten the shit out of me for defending Juno. No one else knew of this, so it has to be him," she explained.

                    Jon looked at his sister, "What do you think?" he asked. Sansa takes the letter from her wife and looks over it while holding her belly, that now has a little bump.

                    "Tyrion is not like the other Lannisters. He was always kind to me, but it's too great a risk," she answered, then looked back at the letter. "The Seven Kingdoms will bleed as long as Cersei sits on the Iron Throne. Join us. Together we can end her tyranny." Sansa read out loud.

                   "Sounds like a charmer. Of course, the casual mention of a Dothraki horde, a legion of Unsullied and three dragons, a bit less charming," Davos said.

                   "Men, even Dothraki, can be killed. I'm more worried about the dragons," Valen said.

                   A look passes over Davos's face, "What?" Jon asked.

                   "Fire kills Whites, you told me. What breathes fire?" Davos asked.

                   "You're not suggesting that my pregnant wife meet with her?" Valen asked in utter disbelief.

                   "No, too dangerous," Davos said.

                    "But?" Jon asked.

                    "But if the Army of the Dead makes it passed the Wall, do we have enough men to fight them?" Davos asked. Sansa gazes back to the courtyard, looking concerned.

                    Hours later, Sansa stood by the training ring, watching her wife and old brothers train Rickon in swordplay. Robb's wife Talisa walks over carrying Edd, her two-year-old son. Edd, which was short for Eddard, had his father's thick curly dark brunette hair and blue eyes but had his mother's nose. Sansa was sure he would be a twin of Robb once he was older. "Something on your mind, dear sister?" Talisa asked.

                   "Many things," Sansa admitted as Rickon missteps with his wooden sword, and Valen hits him on the back with a wooden sword.

                   He grunts, "Nope," Valen says. Rickon advances, and they exchange several sword blows, but he missteps again, and Valen tags him on the behind, causing him to grunt once more. "Again," Valen orders.

                   Sansa sighed, "They make it sound so easy being a ruler in the stories, but in reality, I can't help but second guess every choice I make," she admitted.

                  "It's only difficult because you actually care for your people's well-being," Talisa explained with a smile.