Tyrion Lannister (tits_and_wine) wrote in witchinghour, @ 2014-05-28 14:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: daenerys targaryen, character: tyrion lannister |
Mary have mercy, now look what I've done
Who: Tyrion and Daenerys
What: An overdue meeting
When: After this conversation
Where: The Sleepy Hollow and around town
Status: Ongoing
The appearance of the Queen of Dragons in this barren wasteland of a place had been just as much a surprise to Tyrion as his own apparition there, and the thought of meeting with her had stuck to the back of his mind like glue since he arrived. Though his first priority was Sansa, his refusal to leave her side had been as much a comfort to him as it was meant to be for her - but now that the little Lord had more or less gotten accustomed to the new surroundings, he felt better about going off on his own.
This was a meeting, for better or worse, that he thought he should have without the company of his wife, but that was only because he couldn't guarantee what he might face once he saw her. No, he didn't think she was going to kill either of them, but there was still the crimes against her family that neither of them could ignore, and that only made him think of his own family and all the things they were capable of when they thought they'd been wronged. Including but not limited to killing each other off.
To say Tyrion was nervous was an understatement, but it only showed in the way he paced back and forth in the Sleepy Hollow lobby as he waited for the blonde Queen to show. Nervous, but also excited for all the questions he had for her. From their brief talk when he arrived, she hinted that she knew more than he did, but he hadn't given it much thought at the time. Now that he had, and also had a chance to see some instances of other people coming into this realm from seemingly different points in actual time, it had him wondering. If she really did possess more knowledge than he did, than it was only pertinent that he find it out so he could be at full advantage whenever they did end up leaving that Hellish place back to the one they originated in.
When he finally did catch sight of a woman who not only carried herself like a queen, but posessed all the right features, he stepped up to her in haste, but not so much as to alarm her if, God forbid, it was some other fair haired queen. "Your Grace," he spoke in the airs he was used to, though he kept his eyes on hers as he did so. "It's wonderful to finally meet you."