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    “Her father wanted her crowned and ruling from the Iron Throne, not in the North,” Sansa is forced to remind him. “Depose your Queen, if you want to honor Stannis Baratheon.”

    Tyrion flinches. Drinks. “This is the best I can do,” he says. Stares at her, eyes warm and tender with the pull of desire. “And you’re speaking treason, love.”

    “I thought Daenerys couldn’t have children,” Sansa says. Those are muddy waters; a dangerous road to walk by, but she can’t help but poke at the beast. “Who is going to be her heir when she dies? Why not Shireen? They’re blood-related.”

    But Tyrion has been doing this for longer than she has. He grins again. Sansa wants to bite it off his face.

    “How often do you think about the death of the Queen, my Lady Hand?” He asks.

    [for the sunday prompt: council meeting.]

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