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(CUT TO SANSA, watching DANYS dragons fly around Winterfell. A mostly stoic look graces her face, but her lips and eyes betray her nerves about her brother’s choice to go South.)
(Camera pans to watch TYRION enter through a door, standing a ways off.)
TYRION: My Lady.
(SANSA doesn’t respond, preoccupied as the dragons continue to circle.
TYRION (understanding, with a slight nod of his head): My Lord is the standard response.
SANSA (still distracted, but curious): Why her?
TYRION: You know she loves your brother.
SANSA (Shortly): That doesn’t mean she’ll be a good Queen.
TYRION: You seem determined to dislike her.
(He moves a few steps towards her. Planning to try as much as he can to fix this before Daenerys goes south. He doesn’t want to leave with unresolved animosity).
A good relationship between the Iron Throne and the North have been the core of every peaceful, prosperous reign we’ve ever know-
SANSA (interrupting him quickly, stopping him before he starts): Jon will be Warden In The North, so a good relationship seems likely.
TYRION (trepidatiously): I don’t expect him to spend that much time here going forward-
SANSA (harsher than before): Well, I suppose that’s up to him.
TYRION: Sansa, Look at me.
(SANSA considers continuing to look at the sky, but reasons TYRION doesn’t often ask for such courtesies and turns towards him, meeting his eyes to find him slightly desperate).
With Jon in the Capitol, you’ll be the true power in the North. I’d feel much better about the future if I left her believing you and Danerys are allies.
SANSA (Confused, slightly over this conversation): What are you worried about? Jons taking our army with him. Your Queen still has her dragons-
TYRION (Seriously): She’s your Queen, too.
(A group of the Northern army marches out a gate behind them, loud enough to grab their attention)
You don’t have to be her friend, but why provoke her? How is that in the best interest of your family or the North?
SANSA: You’re afraid of her.
TYRION (Reluctantly, But Honest): Every good ruler needs to inspire a little fear
(Sansa hears more men marching and turns from looking to them and back to Tyrion. Her fear overcomes her for a second, and she decides to speak them, feeling the slightest bit more comfortable with his honesty. There’s fear in her eyes when she says-)
SANSA: I don’t want Jon to go down there. The men in my family don’t do well in the Capitol.
TYRION: No. But as your brother once told me, he’s not a Stark.
(SANSA pauses)
TYRION: Sansa, are you alright?
TYRION: Her people love her. You’ve seen that. You’ve seen how they fight for her. She wants to make the world a better place. I believe in her.
(SANSA is stood still for a moment as a dozen options go through her mind. Jon had made her promise to not tell anyone. But he’s been wrong before. A back and forth happens before she decides. If she can trust anyone, if there was ever another person who could help her, it’s him. And she needs him with her on this. For the first time in longer than she remembers, she decides to say-)
SANSA: Tyrion- what if there’s someone else. Someone better?