“My size has some advantage after all” Tyrion smirked, disappearing under Sansa’s skirt.“What are you doing? Sto….ooooohhhhh…” Sansa had to grad the wall of the stable box.
Th only response was a muffled chuckle from under her skirt.Brienne stepped into the stables, looking for Sansa. “My lady, we’re ready to depart.
Are you coming?”“YEEEEEEEESSSSSS!!!!!”“My lady?…” Brienne stepped closer.
“I’m coming, I’m coming!… I’ll be there in a minute… just wait for me…”“I hate you!” Sansa hissed, as the sound of Brienne’s steps died away. “When I return, you’re going to pay for that.
”“I count on it” Tyrion gave her a wicked grin, coming forth from under her skirt. ———-Sorry, I had to write it, to get this picture put of my head.