Tyrion Lannister || Willing || Game of Thrones

Right

"Alanna please."

Tyrion pleaded when he entered their shared chambers and seen the woman packing what little she had. She stopped and looked at the small man.

"I must help my sister. Tyrion please."

She said looking at him with little hope in her eyes. Tyrion swallowed deeply and shook his head as he stepped forward.

"Alanna listen to me, you cannot leave it's not safe."

Tyrion attempted to try to help her find reason. He knew that it was a long shot now that she had her mind set to helping her sister, someone who was the last surviving member of her family, he didn't know how his trying to keep her there would work. But he knew he had to try something. Glancing at the bassinet in the corner of the room and seeing the small sleeping girl that was her own there he turned back and looked at Alanna.

"Think of Tyanna. Think of your daughter. She will not survive the journey without help."

She stopped in her tracks and looked wide eyed at Tyrion. Then slowly she dropped her dress down onto the bed and turned fully to face him.

"Do not use her as leverage to keep me here Tyrion."

Her voice was deep and deadly. She managed to sound like a whole other person at this tone, something Tyrion noticed and startled him greatly.

"I want you both to be safe and I cannot protect you if you're hundreds of miles away!"

"Same as I cannot protect Sansa being hundreds of miles away!"

"Alanna if toy return and Cersei finds out she'll kill you! She'll kill you both!"

He snapped yelling. Alanna was silenced by his sudden outburst. She looked at him and seen the hurt expression that he gave.

"I will not lose you. I will not allow your daughter to be killed by my sister as revenge for our father; your husband."

His voice dropped quietly as he stood there in his place. He watched as Alanna slowly sank down onto the bed and sat there. She looked at her hands that rested in her lap.

She sighed deeply, knowing he was right.