The Last Velaryon - Robb Stark

32 - Tiny bit of Hope

Tyrion's pov

Laying on my bed on my back I held up my mothers ring in between my fingers. My wedding to the Stark girl had come and gone. I had basically given her space to adjust to the marriage or at least that's what I had told her after I didn't share her bed.

Rolling out of the bed I slipped the ring box back in its hiding spot underneath the mattress before leaving my chambers. I eventually found the young Stark girl sitting out by the water with an untouched table of food in front of her. Slowly sitting down I reached for her hand but she drew it away before we could touch. "Lady Sansa, I can't let you starve. I swore to protect you - my lady, I am your husband. Let me help you."

"How can you help me?" Sansa asked me keeping her gaze on the lemon cakes sitting on the table.

Focusing my gaze on her face I declared softly. "I don't know but I can try."

"I lie awake all night staring at the canopy." She sucked in a very shaky breath, clutching her hands into fists in her lap.

Throwing out the first thought that came to my mind I suggested hopeful that it may help her. She hadn't had an easy life since my family had arrived at Winterfell and I wanted to fix what little I could. "I can get you essence of Nightshade to help you sleep."

"That's not what I want."

Putting my arms on the table I leaned forward waiting to hear her next response. "What do you want, Sansa? If it's within my power I'll give it to you."

"I want to know about my brother Robb and the rest of my family that I have left." She shifted her head so she was actually looking me in the eye, sniffing through some tears and watery eyes. "Ever since my father was executed I haven't been told anything. I need to know if my family is even still alive or am I just being left in the dark about their fates."

I quickly responded back to her. "They're alive, my lady."

"How do you know that for certain? Forgive me, but I don't know if you are telling me the truth or are you just lying to me." Sansa's face lit up with a glimmer of hope appearing across her features.

Pushing my chair away from the table I rose to my feet offering my hand out to her. "Come with me and I'll show you what I mean because they are in fact alive."

"Okay." Sansa allowed me to tug her up and out of the chair and dragged her upstairs into my chambers. Shutting the heavy door I locked it behind her then crawled underneath my bed and drug out a heavy small crate where I secretly kept all my letters from Chezney. "Who are the letters from?"

Handing her the small stack of letters I sat down on the bed mattress. "Do you remember the woman my brother was betrothed to - well the woman he was wed to has a handmaiden who is her best friend. Her best friend's name is Chezney Ally and I've been secretly writing letters to her for the whole war."

"She's not of noble birth though. Aren't you worried that the Queen or someone will find out about these?" Sansa questions carefully reading over the folded pieces of paper.

Rubbing the back of my neck I sucked in a very nervous manner. "If I worried about how my sister would react I wouldn't ever do anything I wanted in my life. But I must admit that I don't wish for anyone to hurt her. Chezney is the only person who's never viewed me as a little monster."

"I'm starting to not see you as a monster too." Sansa gave me a weak look still holding onto the letters.

She gently handed them back to me before I spoke my next words. "Thank you, my lady. I just hope that nothing bad comes of her." What he didn't know was that the woman he loved was about to do the best she could to negotiate with a King.

Chezney's pov

The familiarity of living from camp to camp was starting to become the only thing I have ever known rather than living at Driftmark castle. Margaery and I had been strolling the grounds for a few hours before we finally stopped. She held open the tent flap for me nudging her head for me to enter in first. "Here's my tent. You can go in first."

"Wait, I don't understand. You don't share a tent with your husband. Because I thought that was the tradition given it's what my friend Haelesa and Robb do."

She lowered her gaze down to the dirt briefly. "What I am about to tell you must be kept secret. Can you swear you won't say anything?"

"I swear it." I responded simply.

The Tyrell girl sat down on the edge of the bed clasping her hands together. She silently stared at me for a brief moment before she began speaking the secret she had wished to share with me. "My husband and I don't share a bed because he is gay. He finds enjoyment in bedding my brother more than anyone else. So our marriage is all for show and to keep the alliance with the lord's loyal to my house and name."

"That doesn't sound like an enjoyable life for you. How do you cope with that reality?"

Maragery tucked some locks of hair behind her ear. "It's difficult. I am hoping to have a friend or two to make my circumstances better."

"Well me and Haelesa could be your friends if you want."

Maragery spared me a bright smile. "I must confess it has been great getting to talk to you. You and your friend have quite the story to tell her children when their old enough. Do you mind if I ask if you have someone special little your friend has found?"

"It's rather complicated to talk about." I rubbed the back of my neck out of nervousness. "The lord that I have my heart set on is related to the family that has started this was between the Stark's and Lannisters."

Maragery tilted her chin up slightly reading the expression that crossed my face. "Tyrion. The dwarf Lannister."

"Yes." I replied simply.

The tent flap got thrown opened and a guard peeking his head inside and focused his gaze solely onto me. "Forgive me, your grace. The king is requesting to speak with Lady Ally at this moment."

"Privately or with Lady Stark there too?" I raised a brow at the guard, curious to find out if I was going to be getting some assistance with talking to a higher lord who viewed himself as a King.

The guard simply answered my question. "He did not say, my lady. He just requested that I come escort you to his tent."

"I'll speak with you more later, Maragery." I slowly walked outside the tent following the footsteps of the guard in front of me. Biting my lip it took us a few minutes before we arrived outside of the kings tent where the guard held open the tent flap. Some leaves crunched underneath my boots I sucked in a breath, picking up the ends of my dress I curtsy to the king. "Your grace, you wished to speak with me."

Renly was sitting at the desk chair by his wooden table, holding a drink goblet in one of his hands. He was dressed in golden war armor completely ready for any battle that may come his direction. "Yes, my lady. Please come sit and have some wine. There are things we need to discuss alone."

"You mean whether or not my friend Haelesa has any interest in seating the Iron Throne. I can assure you she and her husband don't want to be called King and Queen of the Seven Kingdoms." I answered the question he didn't verbally ask, clasping my hands together in my lap once I had sat down in the seat across from him.

Renly takes a long sip from his glass before he responds. "On that note you may be closer to removing the Lannisters from that throne once and for all." I weakly smiled praying that if we removed them from power that they would spare Tyrion.

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