Game of Thrones: King of Magic

Chapter 32

Sansa Stark. The Kingsroad.

It's been a little over a week since we left Winterfell. There hasn't been much change in that time. I spent most of the journey with my father and Arya, playing with Foe and occasionally exchanging words with Prince Joffrey when he caught my eye.

Arya snuggled with Lady and Nymeria, refusing to let them go, while I strolled around the outskirts of the camp that had just gone to sleep, save for the sentries on watch. There was no point in worrying about safety, as I was sure Lord Solomon's gift could protect me. And Faw, who was getting his share of affection while in my arms, only further convinced me of that. I don't know why, but it seemed to me that there was some great mystery lurking behind that sweet, furry animal, given the occasional glances he received from Lady Kinvara.

Father was mostly busy with business, talking to the king or reading documents. Arya, Princess Myrcella, and Prince Tomen acted as one group, occasionally playing some poor fellow or chatting about something just between the two of them. Prince Joffrey only walked around and did nothing else, all the while keeping a haughty and annoying smirk on his face, which I've somehow learned to ignore, accompanied by his bodyguard Ser Clegane.

Lord Tyrion and Lord Jaime didn't seem particularly eager to do anything. However, while the latter could be described as a typical "Lannister" and coming from a lord's family, the former, in a way, appealed to me.

It's no secret that Tywin Lannister is not particularly fond of his youngest son and will only make him his heir if there is no one else left. Lord Tyrion understands this perfectly well and even manages to make jokes about it, which I've heard during the tributes. He also realizes his inability to hold a sword, and so has focused all his energies on knowledge.

Also, he knows his worth, no matter how small. No one would want to directly throw a challenge at Tywin Lannister, which means they won't touch him. At least as long as the family has power. All of this is flavored by his way of speaking, brash and ironic, which makes it nice to just talk to him about anything. At least for me, as I would definitely prefer his company over that of a queen or crown prince.

At one point, Fou raised his head abruptly and pointed it in a certain direction. Following his gaze, I saw Lord Tyrion drinking alone, sitting on a log and holding a book in his hand.

If the opportunity presented itself, why not take it? I wanted to get at least some up-to-date information about the Red Keep.

I made my way to the log and sat down a few feet away from Lord Tyrion. When he noticed me, he raised an eyebrow and took a sip from the bottle. There was silence between us for a few moments, until a tired sigh came out of his mouth.

- Even if this is the king's camp and only a madman would dare attack it, it is not safe for a girl like you to wander all alone, you know, Lady Sansa.

- But I am not alone, Lord Tyrion," I said with a smile and lifted Foe, showing him to Lord Tyrion, "He will protect me.

- Fou! - Fou chirped, raising his paw up, which made Lord Tyrion chuckle, and I chuckled.

- Well, if you think so, there's no problem," he took another sip and put the book aside, "What can this humble imp do for you, my lady? You came here for a reason, didn't you?

- Are you not getting drunk, Lord Tyrion? I doubt this is your first bottle.

- It's my sixth. What else is a smart, rich lord's son to do but not drink? But you haven't answered the question," he said, and when I was about to answer, he continued, "If you're wondering what awaits you at the Red Keep, don't even try. Those are questions for my sister. She knows how things work.