The Provenance || Jon Snow | Game of Thrones

9.10

She thinks it is rather terrible that they are being forced into the Dragonpit for a second time, shedding light onto how kingdoms should not be run or conquered—as the rulers from the last council are all either dead or imprisoned. Being pushed alongside Tyrion, it is rather startling to see some of the people around the circle—Edmure Tully, Robin Arryn, Yara Greyjoy—but Gabrielle supposes it is fitting given the sheer scope of the situation they are now in. Around them, the ash from the massacre has given way to a slight and dreary Winter storm as the winds begin to whistle less, almost instinctively as Gabrielle makes her way onto the podium beside Tyrion and Grey Worm. Looking to Sansa at the center of the semi-circle, the woman smiles genuinely at her adopted sister before reaffirming her air of confidence. In stark contrast, Gabrielle and Tyrion stand before the lot—as prisoners or leaders, they are not sure—between the continually neat and clean Gabrielle and the mess that is Tyrion, likely and almost certainly due to alcohol.

But on a different matter entirely—the absence—Sansa demands of the fallen Grey Worm, "Where's Jon?"

"He is our prisoner," Grey Worm replies soundly, prompting Gabrielle's eyebrows to furrow because isn't she as well?

"So are Lord Tyrion and Lady Gabrielle. They were all to be brought to this gathering," Sansa echoes, as Gabrielle looks to Sansa with pride at the fact she's apparently taken power over this council.

But Grey Worm is far from moved by the woman's demands, "We will decide what we do with our prisoners. This is our city now."

"If you look outside the walls of your city," Sansa replies with a tensed jaw and danger in her throat, "you'll find thousands of Northmen who will explain to you why harming Jon Snow is not in your interest."

"And you will find thousands of Unsullied who believe that it is," Grey Worm returns, unphased.

And though Sansa looks prepared to bite back like the wolf she is, Yara Greyjoy turns to the woman with a tongue sharper than any other, "Some of you may be quick to forgive. The Ironborn are not. I swore to follow Daenerys Targaryen."

"You swore to follow a tyrant," Sansa scowls in question of the woman's sanity.

"She freed us from a tyrant," Yara presses, "Cersei is gone because of her, and Jon Snow put a knife in her heart. "

"And yet...she deserted you when you needed her the most," Gabrielle chooses to remind her, the Greyjoy woman's eyes turning to hers and seeing the threat there. And while Gabrielle may be right, Yara is not one to easily yield to the family who watched her brother die.

But that hurts to think on, and Yara simply ignores Gabrielle in favor of supporting Grey Worm, "Let the Unsullied give him what he deserves."

"Say another word about killing my brother and I'll cut your throat," Arya threatens the woman with every intention to do so—or so Yara notices at the malicious and fierceness of the true Stark.

"Friends, please. We've been cutting each other's throats long enough. Torgo Nudho," Davos stands with the intention to keep the discussions diplomatic, turning to Grey Worm with praise he is barely deserving of, "If it weren't for you and your men, we would've lost the war with the dead. This country owes you a debt it can never repay, but let us try. There is land in the Reach. Good land. The people that used to live there are gone. Make it your own. Start your own house with the Unsullied as your bannermen. We've had enough war. Thousands of you, thousands of them. You know how it ends. We need to find a better way."