The Young Lion.

Part 46

Jason's Pov, 

Some Day's Later, 

Lords and Ladies are arriving, and some are still traveling to Winterfell, tension has still been here but I try to make it less and less. Walking into the Great Hall I look upon the high table before slowly making my way over to it. 

"We all used to sit up there; it feels like a different life." The voice of Sansa says as she also walks into the hall while I walk up the few steps and let my hand move over the wood. "It's different than the hall at The Rock smaller but not a bad kind of different." I say as I turn to look at her with a soft smile. 

"Let me guess there's golden lions everywhere and the Lannister banner hanging every few feet from the walls?" She states making a chuckle leave my lips. "Kind off yes, our table is 3 times the size of this one made out of marble and the top is just pure gold." I speak as I walk around the table. 

"Right, I forgot about the massive golden table how could I, please forgive me. My Lord." She sarcastically says as she walks closer to the table. "It's not fully gold and  I forgive you Lady Sansa." I counter making her shake her head before I lean my back against the table. 

"Why did you come here Jason? Why from all places did you march North with your army and fight for House Stark." She asks me making a sigh leave my lips. "Once I tell you everything will change, and you may hate me more than you already do." I say as my eyes meet hers for a second before I direct them towards the ground. 

"The truth will set you both free, my lord." Melisandre speaks as she walks over and I shake my head with a scoff. "What truth?" Sansa asks with some confusion. "Why I ca-" I start before it's cut off by loud steps and I turn around to see Ser Daavos walk into the room and he looks mad? upset? Heartbroken it looks like a combination between all of those things to be honest. 

As he throws something towards Melisandre she catches it before looking down in shame. "What is that?" I ask with a small frown it smells burned? 

"Tell him. Tell him who it belonged to." He lowly says as my eyes are on Melisandre I know who she is she's that Red Priest that was running around with Stannis. I've heard of what they can do for their lord of light, and by the burnt smell in my nose right now I can only hope for the best but by how she is looking between the piece and the ground with shame as her hands fidget with it I know that won't be the option. 

"The Princess Shireen." She says with shame and I let my eyes widen slightly as I feel the heat in my body increase. Stannis his daughter!?

"Tell him what you did to her. Tell him!" 

" We burned her at the stake." She says as she looks at me while I need to stop the need of letting my neck twitch. "Why?" Ser Davos asks her defeated as it has been silent for some seconds. Indeed, why would they ever burn a child! A CHILD! 

"The army was trapped. The horses were dying. It was the only way." She now says and even if that is true it's no excuse at to kill a child! She killed a child, she took her and burned her on a stake! 

"You burned a little girl alive!" 

" I only do what my Lord commands!" She quickly counters before once again Ser Davos speaks to her with just hate in his voice but underneath it lays a lot of sadness. "If he commands you to burn children, your Lord is evil!"