It seemed to be any other night in Winterfell. The whole family was sitting together at the dining table. The only difference was that at his father's insistence, Jon Snow was joining them.
"I have an announcement to make". Ned Stark said, raising his voice from the head of the table. Everyone stopped eating and looked at him expectedly. "You are to be married", Ned Stark said to his oldest daughter.
Suddenly the hole table fell into a tense silence. Sansa was looking at him wide eyed and her mother, couldn't believe what her husband was saying. "Ned, this is the kind of decision we should talk about before you announce it"
"There`s nothing to talk about. I only want what's best for my daughter and my decision is made." Lord Stark answered resolutely.
"Well then, tell us" - Pitched in Robb, while everyone else was still processing the news. "Who is the brave, gentle and strong lad that has been chosen to take Sansa's hand?"
Lord Eddard Stark looked at his daughter in the eye and answered, "Lord Tyrion Lannister"