Homeplot - for Caspian
When Sansa had woke alone, it didn't immediately panic her - Caspian may have been inclined to let her sleep if he woke early though Eddara was not one to make this possible if she had her way. It was only when she sat up and noticed first the light - different from that which woke her on the island - and then the other details sunk in. The familiarity of the bed, the chamber, she clambered out of bed. This was the bedchamber she had shared with Tyrion. She was back in the Red Keep. She felt faint and though she had been thus far untroubled with nausea she ran to the privy and vomited.
Tyrion was not here and for that much she was thankful - he rarely had been of a morning she recalled. She rinsed her mouth with water and lemon and went to open the shutters, the breeze chilled her but she did not care. She wanted so badly to believe this was a dream but the island had just done that - not a turn of the moon ago. This must be real and the idea made her weep. The door opened and it was her maids with hot water, Sansa did not know how she managed to still her tears long enough for them to bathe and dress her but she did. She noticed the insolent one staring at her figure as she bathed and she flushed - she knew she had grown since she saw them. She had to remind herself to be grateful again and again that Eddara was not here with her. The last thing she wanted was her daughter in Westeros even if meant she never saw her again. She'd never see Caspian again or any of her family.
But Eddara was not the child Sansa had to worry about at the moment and she fought to suppress another swell of panic. "Is aught amiss m'lady," Brella asked and Sansa shook her head unconvincingly.
After a moment to collect herself she managed to ask, "Is my lord husband in the solar?" She had to force the words out and it was near on impossible to think of Tyrion that way even as she said it. Caspian was her lord husband now.
"yes, m'lady," said Brella. "He's breaking his fast." Sansa had never been less hungry in her life but she went to join him.
Tyrion had a book and a cup of wine and paid little attention to his food as he bid her good morning. Sansa managed to reply with a courtesy and Tyrion perhaps noticed that she was not entirely herself. He watched her intently with his mismatched eyes and Sansa thought he might be more observant than the maid . . . she had forgotten how ugly he was and she felt like crying again as she realised the only course of action open to her. It was only another lie though. Tyrion had black hair in his beard, he had one black eye. And Littlefinger wouldn't question who fathered a child he might use to claim Casterly Rock, assuming she had that much time if she started to show before Joffrey's wedding - her options were much fewer.
She asked if she might be excused to go to the godswood to pray and though he was still staring - she had forgotten how he had used to watch her, he nodded.
She nearly fled to the godswood and would have ran if it would not have attracted notice - she could afford to attract attention now even less than before. She had barely knelt beneath the heart tree before the tears started in earnest. Take me back, Sansa prayed desperately knowing it would do her little good.
Tyrion was not here and for that much she was thankful - he rarely had been of a morning she recalled. She rinsed her mouth with water and lemon and went to open the shutters, the breeze chilled her but she did not care. She wanted so badly to believe this was a dream but the island had just done that - not a turn of the moon ago. This must be real and the idea made her weep. The door opened and it was her maids with hot water, Sansa did not know how she managed to still her tears long enough for them to bathe and dress her but she did. She noticed the insolent one staring at her figure as she bathed and she flushed - she knew she had grown since she saw them. She had to remind herself to be grateful again and again that Eddara was not here with her. The last thing she wanted was her daughter in Westeros even if meant she never saw her again. She'd never see Caspian again or any of her family.
But Eddara was not the child Sansa had to worry about at the moment and she fought to suppress another swell of panic. "Is aught amiss m'lady," Brella asked and Sansa shook her head unconvincingly.
After a moment to collect herself she managed to ask, "Is my lord husband in the solar?" She had to force the words out and it was near on impossible to think of Tyrion that way even as she said it. Caspian was her lord husband now.
"yes, m'lady," said Brella. "He's breaking his fast." Sansa had never been less hungry in her life but she went to join him.
Tyrion had a book and a cup of wine and paid little attention to his food as he bid her good morning. Sansa managed to reply with a courtesy and Tyrion perhaps noticed that she was not entirely herself. He watched her intently with his mismatched eyes and Sansa thought he might be more observant than the maid . . . she had forgotten how ugly he was and she felt like crying again as she realised the only course of action open to her. It was only another lie though. Tyrion had black hair in his beard, he had one black eye. And Littlefinger wouldn't question who fathered a child he might use to claim Casterly Rock, assuming she had that much time if she started to show before Joffrey's wedding - her options were much fewer.
She asked if she might be excused to go to the godswood to pray and though he was still staring - she had forgotten how he had used to watch her, he nodded.
She nearly fled to the godswood and would have ran if it would not have attracted notice - she could afford to attract attention now even less than before. She had barely knelt beneath the heart tree before the tears started in earnest. Take me back, Sansa prayed desperately knowing it would do her little good.