A/n: This just came to me randomly and I decided to go with. My first GoT/ASOIAF fanfic. There are many theories about Tyrion's parentage, so yeah I'm going with this little theory. It's all just a random idea I had and I'm going with it. Also some of the dialogue was from the books, and yes it was hard to write a different point of view of the wedding, but I do hope I did some justice with it.

Summary: Sansa Stark learns a deep dark secret, not once but twice about her lord husband. Tyrion must face the trials and tribulations to become what he was meant to be.

SANSA I

Sansa Stark had been married to the Imp for more than a few days and she was already finding the marriage difficult. Of course, the Imp was not her Knight in Shining Armor, but Tyrion was kind to her. She was not a stupid girl, she knew that the whole court was laughing at them because they had not consummated the marriage; however, the husband and wife if one would call them that shared their marriage bed. They did not touch one another and to be honest she did not want to touch him. He was ugly and at times she attempted to find his beauty, but she could never find it. At times, she wished her mother was still her to give her some kind of lesson, but she was dead –just like the rest of the family.

The lone wolf sat in front of her mirror as her handmaiden Shae combined her auburn hair. "Mi lady how would you like your hair done today?" the handmaiden asked. Sansa sighed as she thought what her hair could be done up today. However, after much debate she decided that she wanted her hair done. "I would rather like it down today," she admitted as Shae nodded. "You wear your hair beautifully and it will look wonderful" Sansa was about to say something else when all of sudden out of the corner of her eye she saw the Master of Whispers enter the room.

"My lady, may I have a word with you?" the Spider remarked as he placed both of his hands in his sleeves. "Privately"

Sansa had never talked to the Spider by herself. She wondered what the man wanted. She was kind of speechless. "Shae please go see if you can find Podrick and ask him if my lord husband is supping with me tonight" The handmaiden nodded and left.

"My lord what do you wish to speak about?" Sansa asked in a polite tone as she got up from her dresser and stood up.

"It's about Lord Tyrion" the Spider spoke in a soft tone.

Sansa's blue Tully eyes fell upon the spider as he wanted to speak to her about her lord husband. She hoped that she was pleasing her lord husband or perhaps Tyrion had decided to opt out of the marriage and she was free to marry Willas Tyrell. Oh how she would be happy in High Garden. "What about my lord husband, my lord?" she asked with a puzzled tone.

"Please do not go repeating what I am about to say, my lady" the Spider spoke with truth "The whole court knows that you have not consummated the wedding, and that is the least of your worries I'm afraid"

She listened to the Spider speak about it. "I'm aware of that now what the pressing issue is? Is my lord husband sleeping around with whores? If I'm not mistaken he was doing that before I was even born" she said flatly and realized what she had said was wrong. "Forgive me my lord, I should not have spoken ill of my husband. He has been kind to me"

The eunuch shook his head, "No that is not a pressing issue" he said frowning "Are you familiar with the Targaryen son by the name of Aemon?"

Sansa studied at him for a moment. "The only Targaryen by the name of I have been taught about was Aemon Targaryen, the Dragonknight," twisting her lips a bit "What does this have to do my lord husband?"

Varys frowned a bit at the lone wolf. "Lord Tyrion has claim to the throne"

"Lots of highborns have claim to the throne, why is Lord Tyrion different?" Sansa asked in a confusing tone. She did not understand.

"One day you'll understand perhaps you should find out what you can about the Mad King's stillborn child called Aemon" Varys remarked as he gave a polite bow and left the room.

Sansa just stood there confused. What did the Spider mean? How was Lord Tyrion this so-called Targaryen that was stillborn having claim to the Throne?

THE ROYAL WEDDING {SANSA'S POV}

It had a couple of months since the sudden revelation that her lord husband was a Targaryen. Sansa did not bother to ask him. She kept on staring at him during the seventy-seven courses trying to find out the whole Targaryen description that she had been reading in the library. He has one green eye and one black eye. And a mixture of black and blond locks. He is no Targaryen. Why the new gods curse the Mad King with a dwarf and an ugly one for that.

Sansa stared at the first dish that was placed in front of her. Thefirst dish was a creamy soup of mushrooms and buttered snails, served in gilded bowls. Sansa watched her husband chow down on the soup. On the other hand, Sansa tasted the dish and pushed the dish away as her lord husband made a comment.

"Not to your liking, my lady?" Tyron asked

"There's to be so much, my lord. I have a little tummy." She fiddled nervously with her hair and looked down the table to where Joffrey sat with his Tyrell queen.

Sansa just stared off into space after that as she heard Tyrion call for more wine. Why does he need to drink so much of that vile drink? Sansa sighed as the second course had come. She decided not to pick at the plate, but just push it aside again as the Singers started to come in. Sansa always liked the singers. She turned her attention to the first singer that came into the Throne Room.

Grey-bread Hamish the Harper was his name as he sang a song called 'Lord Renly's Ride' Sansa did not like the song as she looked over to the new Queen and she noticed that she was getting teary-eyed at the end. "Renly Baratheon never repented of anything in his life," the Imp told Sansa, "but if I'm any judge, Hamish just won himself a gilded lute." Sansa just nodded as she listened annoyingly as Hamish went on to sing other songs including the infamous song; "The Rains of Castamere" Sansa had a feeling her tummy that that song was going to be played a lot.

After Hamish was done singing a half of dozen singers had entered to sing. Of course, "The Rains of Castamere" played frequently and her lord husband had asked if which singer that she preferred. "I have not been paying attention, my lord" she lied. She was paying attention, but didn't want to converse with her husband at this moment. She was praying that the wedding feast would be over soon and she could go on with her life. One of the things she wanted to do was get out of King's Landing away from her husband, but at the same time she wanted to know if her husband was really a Targaryen. Perhaps one day she should ask him.

Of course, she changed her mind again in asking him as she was almost in tears as Joffrey decided to humiliate her husband and herself with a play about how he won the war. You did not win the war. You liar. She looked over to Tyrion as she could see that anger was fuming inside him as the dwarves were jousting.

Soon Joffrey's voice rang through her ears. The King had climbed upon the table he was seated at."Uncle Imp! You'll defend the honor of my realm, won't you? You can ride the pig!"

"Your grace," Tyrion called out "I'll ride the pig. . .if you ride the dog"

"Me? I'm no dwarf. Why me?" Joff asked confusingly

"Why, you're the only man in the hall that I'm certain of defeating!" Tyrion announced.

Sansa just watched at the King and her husband made eye contact. She was pretty sure that this was going to end up nasty. Everything always ended up nasty between her husband and the King. She took a deep breath and began to fiddle with her hair again as Tyrion called for more wine. However, Ser Garlan who had been sitting with them told her lord husband something and she noticed the King was near them soon. "No. . ." she muttered under her breath as her husband grasped her hand. She flinched as he grasped her hand.

Before she knew it the King was near her husband and herself with the new gift that Mace Tyrell had given both the King and his wife for their wedding gift. The King proceeded to pour wine on her lord husband and unfortunately some got on her. She felt Tyrion's hand leave her hand and she turned her head towards the commotion. Tyrion had stood up and climbed onto the chair that he was seated in.

What is he doing? Is he going to call out like he did at our feast?

"Your grace" the dwarf remarked loudly in an unpleasant tone as his eyes turned fiery red. Sansa had only seen those eyes turn that colour once and that was when he threatened the King at their wedding. Sansa tensed up a bit. This was not going to be pleasant and she was certain that her lord husband was not going to have a head by the morrow. "If I may ask for your leave to have my wife and I change, your grace" Tyrion remarked as Sansa could see that he was gritting his teeth badly as if he wanted to smack someone. Personally Sansa wanted to smack Joffrey, but she wanted to live another day.

"No" the King commanded "You are to be my cupbearer, now get down from the chair and pour me some wine" the King ordered.

Sansa watched her husband obey for a bit before finally losing his temper. "I will not be your cupbearer" he said in angry voice. "I want to go change my garb and I'm certain my lady wife wants to do the same" he began as Sansa noticed that he was trying to be calm, but something within her husband was taking over. It was like as if anger had been building up over the years and now he was going to explode. Sansa felt Tyrion grab her hand once more and she obligated by getting up from her seat. She then proceeded to follow her lord husband.

"I did not give you your leave!" the King shouted

Sansa and her husband stopped as her hands were free again from Tyrion.

Tyrion just blew up. "My leave your grace?" the dwarf remarked sarcastically. "You just spilled wine over my clothing and my wives' dress because I asked you to ride the dog and I the pig" Sansa looked down at her husband – was she going to witness the monster?

"You are not commanded to leave, monster" Joffrey had spat as the new Queen was at his side.

Sansa looked at her husband again as he huffed. "Monster? You clearly are the monster here, your grace" the Imp remarked with an icy cold tone as Lord Tywin came over to the commotion.

"What did you say?" the boy King snapped

"Your grace, your Uncle is clearly drunk again" Tywin remarked "He will proceed to be your cupbearer in the soaked clothing during the pie cutting and then he will have his leave to change and return as soon as possible to participate in the bedding ceremony"

Sansa had wished that the Hand would have not agreed to her husband being the cupbearer for the pie cutting. She hated pie and she was not a fan of what was going to be served which was pigeon pie. She hated it when it was served in Winterfell and when she was forced to eat the pigeon pie when she was a prisoner here. Thank goodness, they did not serve pigeon pie at her wedding and that lemon cakes were available.

"Come wife let us sit down again, "Tyrion said annoyingly as Sansa followed her husband back to the seats. Her lord husband did not sit down as he started to look for the cup. The cup was on the ground –she could have sworn it was on the table prior to her husband and her getting up. Something did not add up. Sansa handed a flagon of wine to her husband as she watched him pour it into the wine cup before moving over towards where the new Queen and Joffrey were.

Joffrey was cutting the pie with his new sword as the pigeons flew out of the pie. Sansa just stared into a blank abyss as she heard a commotion going on near where her husband and the King were at. She narrowed her blue Tully eyes over to the commotion.

"My lady do not look" Ser Garlan had told her.

She looked anyway. Joffrey had his hands on his throat as if he was suffering. No one was doing anything for a moment before Ser Garlan got up from the table and started for the King who was in some kind of distress. Sansa got up and was debating if this would be her key to leave. Yes, she was going to be free now as she saw Ser Dontos. She made her way over towards Ser Dontos.

"Let us go" the foolish Knight whispered in her ear.

Sansa glanced over her shoulder once more as she saw the scene end badly. Joffrey was dead and the Queen Regent was now ordering the arrest of her lord husband. "No" she cried. "He didn't do anything" she remarked as she attempted to get out of the foolish Knight's hold.

"I'm trying to get you out of here, my lady ALIVE" the Knight whispered gently "They will surely arrest you too" Dontos said as Sansa obligated and just headed out of the throne room with Ser Dontos. He was right. She would be arrested too and she wanted to flee from this place and now she was going to be free from King's Landing and away from the Lannister's and her lord husband.

NOTES;;

Next chapter will a mix of POV's Tyrion's and Sansa's.