"After the meeting, Niclas sent a raven to Tywin Lannister informing him about his choice on making Tyrion Hand of the King." Their eyes meet once again, "Tywin's raven arrived a week later saying Niclas isn't to go anywhere until he returns to King's Landing." 
                          
Rhae groans and tosses her hands in the air, "And how long is that going to be? It's already been a month! What's next? A year?!" She groans and rocks her head back to look at the ceiling, "We're never leaving this godforsaken place..." she whispers, then looks back at Devron. "I'm wondering why he hasn't informed me about this yet." 
                          
He shrugs his shoulders, "I'm surprised you haven't noticed." Rhae narrows her eyes at him, not amused. "All I'm saying is, is the fact this happened weeks ago you would've seen Tyrion with the pin on. And I know you haven't exactly stayed in your bed chamber all this time." He defends, knowing not to mess with her. 
                          
"I've been too caught up with the Stark girl to notice." She answers honestly.
                          
He looks at her with scrunched eyes brow. "Caught up with the Stark girl?" She nods her head.
                          
"Apparently you haven't been paying attention to stuff either." She rolls her eyes and begins walking out of the Throne Room with Devron by her side. 
                          
Rhae leads them down the corridors and ends up exactly where she wanted them at. The gardens. "The gardens?" Devron looks around before his eyes land on Rhae. "Why the gardens?" 
                          
"It's a beautiful night." She looks around quickly before meeting his eyes. "Plus we're free from prying ears, if you know I mean." She lowers her voice. He nods his head and follows her to a spot that's by the sea. 
                          
"Now...about the Stark girl." Devron leans his back against the white marble railing and crosses his arms, looking at her with a raised eyebrow. 
                          
"What do you want to know?" Rhae rests her hands on the railing. 
                          
"What have you been up to with her?" 
                          
She glances at him, "I can't have friends now?" She fakes a hurt expression. 
                          
"You know what I mean." His expression stays flat. 
                          
She rolls her eyes before looking at the full moon. "You're not fun anymore..." she states under her breath. "A couple weeks pryer to when I met her, her father was beheaded in front of her on Joffrey's orders." She looks back at him, "I'm sure you knew that." He nods his head, telling her to continue. She sighs and looks back up at the moon." When I first met her, I felt drawn to her in some weird way." She shrugs her shoulders. "I can't explain it..." she says quietly. "I just knew that from that day on, I needed to protect her. Make sure Joffrey didn't hurt her. Or Cersei for that matter." She looks back at Devron to find him already looking at her. "I've been forming a plan for Sansa to escape," she whispers so quietly Devron could barely hear her. 
                          
His eyes widen and he grabs her arm, "That's not a good idea and you know it." He says sternly. 
                          
"She doesn't deserve to be stuck here and you know it!" She rips her arm out of his grip. "She's suffered long enough." She lowers her voice. 
                          
"How do you plan on getting her out of the city?" He crosses his arms. 
                          
"I haven't gotten that far yet, but it has to be on a ship." She turns her head to look at him. "I've been doing some research on her family. Her mother has an older sister in the Vale." 
                          
"If anyone were to find out about this plan of yours, your head will be on a spike next to Ned Stark's." He looks around before lowering his voice to a soft whisper, "Or if they found out you're the bastard sister to Daenerys Targaryen, you're head will be sent to her as a message."