Proposal declined

Anya Waynwood inclined her head to each of the Lords in turn. ‘It is good of you to greet us. Allow me to present my grandson, Ser Roland Waynwood.  She nodded to the knight on her left.  ‘This is my youngest son, Ser Wallace Waynwood,’ she motioned to the man on the other side of him, ‘and of course my ward, Ser Harrold Hardyng.”

Bran and Jon sat at the high table together. They had gotten word of the arrival of the army from the Vale a few days ago and had allowed them to camp a few days march away, until they had decided how to proceed. 

Lady Waynwood looked to the empty chair at the table and asked. ‘I was hoping to see the Lady Sansa as well’ she gave a half smile. ‘the last time we visited Winterfell she was just a small girl.’

Neither Bran or Jon responded. The three guests started to fidgit under the stare of their hosts. Lady Waywood reached up and touched the Broken Wheel of Waynwood on her mantle.

‘I believe the last time you spoke with my sister you asked for her favor to wear in a tourney melee’ Bran said.

Lady Anya was taken aback by the stern crispness of Brans voice. She looked towards him, but could see he was not looking at her, but at her ward, Sir Harry.

Before she could say anything, Harry responded, ‘I believe you are mistaken,’ He said with a bit of a smile. Thinking he was coming to the rescue of his grandmother. ‘I have not had the pleasure of meeting Lady Sansa’

‘My Lord.’ Came a voice from the side wall of the chamber.

When the petitioners turned to the voice, Sansa stepped into the sun-light, bedazzled in her finest Dire-wolf attire. ’My brother Brandon is now Lord of Winterfell. You will give him the courtesy of calling him My Lord.’ Her brilliant red hair shifting across her bodice as she moved into the light rays streaming through the upper windows of the chamber.

‘Alayne?’ Harry said, his smile turning cold.

‘Lady Sansa.’ Jon said, ‘I am glad you could join us.’ He stood and moved to assist her up the stairs of the dias and held his chair for her. When she sat down he stepped down and stood between the petitioners and his Lord and Lady.

‘But Lord Baelish,’ Lady Anya started.

‘Was a friend to all, I understand.’ Sansa said. ‘We will deal with him when we find him. It seems he has gone aground.’ She continued. ‘Lord Robert? Where might we find him, if you know?’

Sir Roland started to speak, ‘Young Robin is..’ and he stopped when Jon stepped towards him. His hand moving towards a dagger at his waist.

‘Lady Anya, I believe my Lady asked you a question.’ Jon said.

As Roland started to protest, a dozen guards stepped from the shadows each holding long spears in their hands.

Lady Waynwood said. ‘What is the meaning of this? We are invited guests.’

Sansa laughed, ‘Do you think the North does not remember what ‘Guests Rights’ means.’

‘We had no part in the Red Wedding. That was Walter Frey and his ilk. The Eyrie took no part…’ Roland said. Just as he finished, a wooden handle from one of the guard spears struck him in the back. He fell forward onto his knees. 

Sansa said leaning forward in her chair, ‘Yes, the Eyrie took no part, I remember hearing Cercei Lannister saying something to that effect.’

Bran raised his hand slightly and Sansa sat back. ‘Robert Arryn? Runestone?’

Lady Waynwood helped her grandson to his feet and turned to the dias. ‘He has been sent to Lyn Corbray for safe keeping until Spring.’

‘Then that’s where we will find LittleFinger.’ Sansa said. She stood and without acknowledging anyone, she stepped from the table and moved from the room.

Jon returned to his seat next to Bran. ‘We thank you Lady Anya.’

Bran started to grab his walking sticks. ‘The marriage proposal between my sister and Harry the Heir has been receinded. It was not for Lord Baelish to make such arrangements in my parents absence.’ 

Jon stood and moved to Brans side. After helping him down and watching him leave through the same alcove as Sansa he turned back to Lady Waynwood. ‘Please excuse my Lady and Lord. They have plans to make. Could I offer to escort you back to your campsite.’

Sir Roland started to speak again, but he heard a step behind him and looked back to see Sir Bently, the captain of the castle guards standing behind him, the handle of his pike pointing towards his back.

 

Lady Anya who had heard the rustle of a cloak behind Roland replied, ‘no my lord, thank you.’ She bit back anything else she was planning on saying. She laid her hand on her grandsons arm and turned towards the doors at the back of the hall. In the corridor a dozen more guards were waiting for them and they escorted the small group out to their waiting horses. Another group of nearly one hundred men waited outside the castle gates and rode with them to their campsite

 

In the small ante room, Jon walked in seeing Sansa and Brandon sitting at a small table. In the corner stood Sir Davos and Maester Samwell. ‘did you really have to treat them that way?’ Jon said.

‘Yes,’ Bran said. ‘we need time to send someone to get Robert and Petyr.’

‘Robert, too?’ asked Sansa. Jon watched her as she spoke. When Bran told her who was with lady Waynwood she had not wanted to greet them at all. She just wanted them turned away.

Author's Note

Love adding my own touch