Lone Wolf || Tyrion Lannister

Chapter Forty Seven

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The morning was uneventful, Tyrion and Anari didn't talk about what he revealed last night, but they shared knowing looks. Perhaps that night was the first argument they had had. It was strange, Anari never having been accustomed to arguing with people about serious matters such as this. Bandying words with her siblings was different than what she and Tyrion spoke of.

However, while they argued a bit, Anari and Tyrion had come to terms with what the other was saying. Anari was upset he had made such a deal, but once she got her initial frustrations out, she began to help him figure out what to do. It was clear Tyrion regretted his actions, but that he only made such a deal to ensure Cersei would help them.

Anari understood that, and she had apologized for her reaction. Though, Tyrion admitted he knew she'd be a little upset at first and had prepared for such a reaction. That had earned a small smile from her, seeing that he already knew her so well.

They went to bed on good terms, Anari burrowed into the covers, and her head resting in the crook of his neck. Such a simple embrace, but one she gladly welcomed. Before reuniting with her family, Anari had been starved from positive physical attention. Every time they fell asleep next to one another, both Anari and Tyrion slept soundly.

So, in the morning, they didn't speak about what they discussed. Instead, they went about their morning routines as if nothing happened. Anari promised not to say anything about it, as they didn't want the others to react. Tyrion admitted that she was the only person he's told. That he didn't go to Daenerys because he knew she would only react and act instead of thinking it through.

Anari understood that, as he had told her that Daenerys had a habit of being impulsive and allowed her emotions to dictate what her actions would be. Anari had learned quickly that that was not how to handle certain things. If she had allowed her emotions to dictate her actions in King's Landing, Anari would have most likely gotten herself killed.

Breakfast was uneventful, both of them greeting everyone. Once everyone ate and woke up a bit, all those part of planning headed to the war room. However, as they did, Varys was alerted that there was a raven scroll that arrived in the night.

Seeing the familiar seal of House Stark, Varys could only guess as to who it was meant for. Varys was no stranger to reading scrolls that weren't meant for him, so he took a glance to see who it was for. Though, a couple of words made him pause.

Well, this certainly didn't sound good.

Deciding not to read any more of the obviously sensitive information, Varys moved quickly through the halls and towards the war room. When he entered the room, all eyes went to him. "Forgive me for interrupting, but I have a letter for Lady Anari," Varys said. With furrowed brows, Anari walked over and took the scroll from him.

Anari turned and addressed the others with a small smile. "I'll only be a moment, you may proceed." With that, she walked over to a small table in the corner of the room where a few candles sat. Carefully breaking the seal, Anari unrolled the letter and began to read it.

Anari smiled a little when she saw Sansa's familiar writing. Sansa always had the better handwriting out of the three of them, though Arya was the worst by far. Septa Mordane was a little more cross when she saw Arya's writing than Anari's, though. The memory of her Septa caused Anari's smile to fade a little.

Anari knew her better than any of her sisters, considering she was the oldest. Septa Mordane always meant well and was strict in order to help them learn. It was, after all, Mordane who bought Sansa and herself some time to try and get to their room when their father was taken, prisoner. Clearing her thoughts, Anari began to read what Sansa wrote.