Northern Conqueror

Chapter 32: Planning

Chapter 32: Planning

"I should be there." Tyrion said watching Missandei adjust Daenerys' hair while she looked over her attire.

"This is a private matter," said Daenerys.

"It's a matter of state when it concerns your possible marriage," said Tyrion. "You're not some thatcher's daughter that can run off to wed whoever she pleases."

"I doubt Lady Sansa will feel comfortable discussing her new marriage with her previous husband there."

Tyrion snorted.

Once Missandei finished, Daenerys turned to him. "Do you think I'll be tricked?"

"No, they're not the sort." Tyrion paused. "Well, Jon isn't."

Daenerys nodded. "I need to speak with them alone to know how we work. Should we decide to wed I doubt you'll be there every time we're together."

"If not for Jon I wouldn't mind if I was," Tyrion said with a laugh. He quickly looked away when both women shot him a glare. "I mean to say you'll surely make a lovely match."

"Of course," she said drolly. Daenerys exited the room and made her way through the halls, finding the door to Jon's solar open.

He was stood beside his desk looking over letters while Sansa looked out the window. "Are you nervous?"

"No," he answered quickly. "If this doesn't work she's not going to hate us or slaughter us. We'll find a way to work it out."

"That's optimistic." They turned to find Daenerys standing in the doorway with a smirk. "And I feared I imagined you less dour than I first thought."

"I have my moments," Jon offered, setting the letters down.

"Would you like something to drink? Wine?" Sansa asked moving to a table with two pitchers and three glasses.

"Wine," she said with a nod, hoping it would ease things.

Jon closed the door while she walked inside. "I suppose congratulations are due for your victory against the Lannisters."

"Yes, we won, but..." She hesitated before saying, "They had a weapon that hurt Drogon."

"Is he okay?" asked Sansa, handing her a glass before going back to pour one for herself.

"It reminded me of those stories about Rhaenys in Dorne." She sighed. "I thought I'd die there and never be seen again."

"You think she died?" Jon asked walking over to a small table set up beside the hearth with three chairs. "I always thought the letter Aegon got was telling him they had her and did something to her. That he ended the war with Dorne to make them stop."

"I remember hearing Aegon took his son with him to Sunspear and hoping it was to meet her," Sansa said with a somber smile as she sat at the table.

"That does sound like you," Jon smiled, turning to Daenerys. "Either way, it seems you did well in your first battle in Westeros."

"Thank you, but... I don't know that it went well in the end. Tyrion is upset because I had to kill men who wouldn't bend the knee." She sighed. "I can't imagine how anyone could think to be loyal to that mad woman."

"I'm sure they were made promises and told whatever it was they always wanted to hear about themselves and everyone they hate." Sansa shook her head in disgust. "Assuming she wasn't just sleeping with them."

"I thought she loved her brother?"

"She once told me tears aren't a woman's only weapon, their best lay between her legs," said Sansa. "It's not as if she hadn't used it on others."