Clandestine. 》 Tyrion Lannister 《

Encounter

Galena stood at the back of the room as stiff as a statue. Her eyes were fixed on the man standing before Daenerys, and Tyrion's eyes were fixed on her. He should have been focusing on the the things occuring in front of him, on his queen, but all he cared about at that moment was her. Daenerys may not have known the man she was about to be introduced to, but Galena knew exactly who he was, and it was apparent in her eyes.

"Why is he here?" she asked faintly.

He tightened his eyes and scrunched his face. He was the only one who heard her, and it was only because he hadn't taken his eyes off of her. He thought she would remain silent the whole time, she seemed frozen in place, but now he feared otherwise.

"Why is he here?!" she roared, finally gaining the attention of everyone in the room, including the man in question. "He should be dead!"

"Lena," Jon said softly as he walked toward her. He gently wrapped his arm around her waist and turned her toward the entry way. "You shouldn't be here."

Daenery leaned into him. She was shocked by the outburst, and wanted answers. "Tyrion, what is going on? Why is she speaking to him that way?"

Tyrion looked into her eyes. "That's Theon Greyjoy," he murmured quietly. He swallowed hard, because even though he was small, and knew he couldn't fight, it took a lot of willpower to remain by his queen's side, and to refrain from jamming a knife into the man's throat.

Daenerys eyes grew wide, and he knew the name suddenly came back to her. "What do we do?"

He shook his head. "Kill him?" He sounded like he was kidding, but he wasn't.

Daenerys' eyes said yes to his suggestion, and while she considered Galena a friend, he knew she wouldn't give the order. Instead, they both turned their attention back to Galena and Jon.

"Jon, why is he here?" Galena asked again as she pulled away from his grasp. Her eyes flickered back and forth between her cousin and the man she used to consider more than a friend.

Tyrion watched intently as Theon began walking toward her. He grasped the arm of Daenerys' throne tightly. He sometimes hated how much he worried about Lena.

Daenerys placed her hand over his. "Jon is with her," she murmured. "She'll be okay."

It wasn't Galena he worried about, though. He worried about what she meant to do with her sword. Her grip tightened on its hilt with each step Theon took.

Theon laughed nervously, but didn't care about her threats. "Lena, please."

"Don't call me that!" she screeched as she unsheathed her weapon. "I swear to the old gods and the new, if you take one step closer to me, your head will be at my feet! You know I can do it, Theon," she said in a low, intimidating breath. "You've seen me train, and you've seen me kill." Her breaths were low and shallow. "Do it, Theon. Give me one good chance."

Theon's sister had been watching quietly up until then. She was just as taken aback as her brother was, but she now moved forward. "If you threaten my brother again," Yara said as she pointed her sword at Galena, "it will be your pretty head rolling across this floor, not his."

A guttural, sinister laugh came from Galena's throat as she turned her attention to the brutish woman defending Theon. She took a step forward, her sword scraping against the floor as she dragged it at her side. When she finally reached Yara's side, she stared at her with daggers in her eyes. "He's your brother?"

"Aye," she nodded. "And as I've said, unless you want to lose your pretty head, you will take your hand off of your sword."

Yara pushed Galena's shoulder with three fingers, causing her to slightly waver. This worried him. Galena did not take lightly to threats, and he waited impatiently for her cousin to unarm her. He had to keep in mind, though, that Jon probably did know her better than he did. Of course he would act when he needed to, but Tyrion feared that time was approaching faster than expected.