Joan leaving was always sad because Beca just deflated when she left. But having Rachel return to DC left a hole in my heart I didn’t know how to ha...ndle. My sudden moodiness Tuesday night was a great cover for my concern over our next live stream concert. Live from the White House? We could double our patrons for that! If... That was the big problem. If we even breathed a word about this to the public, the president could cancel it with no notice. I had to agree with Rachel. I needed to keep. I, for one, am eager to see my sister properly wed, this time to a man who properly respects her and doesn’t disgrace himself in his conduct as husband and lord of Winterfell. Tyrion, are you ready to go to the godswood? The sooner this is done, the sooner we can prepare to march for Last Hearth. We have a war to fight, after all,” Jon Snow asserted.“And when my Hand is properly wed himself, perhaps those silly rumors can be cast aside,” Dany declared, referring to claims that Tyrion was in. Another five minutes passed before Joel pressed his ear to the trapdoor. It was hard to hear anything. "I'll go see," he whispered."No," warned Jackie, grabbing hold of his arm, the grip almost tender, the generosity of feeling surprising Joel, given what had just elapsed.Joel proceeded nonetheless, taking hold of the trapdoor and feeling suddenly vulnerable and hugely fearful. Maybe this was the precursor to how his life would end. "I'll be okay," he assured, anxious to exit the dark. I replied that I was far too young for a whole bottle of wine but was allowed a small glass of Processo dei Colli Trevigiani. The wine arrived shortly afterwards and I raised the glass to my generous benefactor before taking an appreciative sip. He in turn struggled to his feet and bowed, then likewise raised his glass to me.The old gentleman probably thought I was a virginal innocent schoolgirl. I certainly looked and dressed the part, and as I was only fourteen years old perhaps I should have.