Author's Note: I'm a little rusty on writing and I have not (yet) read the Game of Thrones books so if things are extremely different, just take it as my writing style I suppose. There beginning does have dialogue from the actual show and I did not write all of it though most of it I did. The rest has original work. If you like where this story is going, like, follow, and review! No negativity if you can help it though :3 Thank you all for taking time to read my story! Here we go!

"Uncle." Tyrion and Sansa turned simultaneously to face the voice they were both dreading.

After a brief silence, the King continued. "Where are you going? You're my cupbearer, remember?"

Tyrion could swear he was not the only person grinding their teeth at the undying lust for power this ungrateful brat had, but nonetheless composed himself in a split second. Sadly he was the only one to respond. "I thought I might change out of these wet clothes, Your Grace," he said, using the politeness as a thin veil of disdain. Without hesitation, Joffrey refused. "You're perfect the way you are. Serve me my wine."

There was a silence. The silence allowed Tyrion to collect his thoughts.

First he makes me a fool at my own wedding and now he makes me a servant at his. Well I won't allow every dwarf here made a fool of today. I need to leave while I still have my dignity. Tyrion looked behind his shoulder to see Sansa and one look at her blank and yet frightened face was all he needed.

"Pardon, Your Grace, but Sansa is feeling very ill. She only got out of bed today to celebrate your glorious day. However, it would seem that all the main festivities have come to an end and I must escort my wife to our bedchambers." Joffrey gave an incredulous look and scoffed. "Are you saying you're putting this treacherous whore before your King-" Before he could rant longer, Tyrion held up a hand and stopped him.

"First off, my wife is not a traitor, nor is she a whore. Her family was the traitors and she has only been with me in her entire lifetime. Also, last time I checked it was a man's duty to protect his wife. I believe they even make you take a vow at a thing called a wedding, something I believe you would know well considering you attended your own a few hours ago... In my situation, I'm damned if I listen to my wife and damned if I don't. And even the wisest of men would suggest listening to your wife." A few chuckles echoed around the reception area.

At this point, Joffrey was foaming at the mouth. "ENOUGH! I do not want to hear another word out of your Imp mouth! Take your damn wife and get out of my sight!" Joffrey stomped to his cup and knocked it over only causing his rage to increase. "THIS IS MY WEDDING ATTIRE! If that vile Demon Monkey wasn't such a whore pleaser my wedding wouldn't have been ruined!" Joffrey's angry words followed Tyrion as he guided Sansa toward the main entrance to the castle and he couldn't help but smile.

"Ah how I do love the sweet sounds of the God's taking an eye for an eye," he said as he glanced down at his own wine stained clothing. "Aren't women supposed to be more worried about their clothing?" Tyrion looked up into Sansa's face and he thought he saw a brief smirk.

"I would say we drink twice as much on this wedding night than we did on our own," Tyrion said while pouring a glass of wine then handing it to Sansa. "but I do not plan to be the first Lannister to die from drinking alcohol. Especially not when I'm so good at it." He sat back at in his chair and sipped his own wine.

Sansa remained silent while staring into her cup. "Thank you." Tyrion looked up, eyebrows raised. "Thank you for- for standing up to him. Especially for me." Tyrion chuckled. "I did it for myself as well, dear. I wanted to prove not all half-men are fools."

Sansa looked at Tyrion with something she never thought she would offer a Lannister. Respect. Tyrion met her eyes and smiled when he saw it.

"I did it for you as well though. That's what gave me the courage to do it." Tyrion raised his glass in a toast. "A toast! Because every good man needs his courageous, beautiful, and sadly taller wife standing behind him." Sansa raised her glass to meet his and took the biggest gulp of wine she's drank yet.

A few hours and a dozen glasses of wine later, Sansa smiled. Tyrion had been sharing some of his adventures, particularly the one of him being held captive by her mother. The thought of Tyrion, so small and yet so smart, bribing a man and almost being knocked out of a sky cell was amusing. Once Sansa got past the pang of sadness when she thought of her mother. Although her husband's stories were a nice distraction after the days events, specific thoughts still plagued her mind.

Sansa stood and walked to look out the window. Tyrion let his eyes follow her and couldn't help but notice how the deep orange tinted light from the setting sun played across her face or how bright her red hair glowed. "You were wrong earlier." Tyrion stood and walked to her side to enjoy the view as well.

"Dear Sansa, I am many things, but wrong is usually not one of them." Sansa looked into her half empty wine glass. " I'm not courageous in the least. I've been here for so many months like a caged little bird and they know it. I don't even defend myself every once in a while like you did. I don't even try to find someone who could help me..."Tyrion took her glass out of her hand and placed both of theirs on the table. He then took her hand hesitantly and when she didn't pull back, gave it a reassuring squeeze.

"Just because you don't go about cursing the King does not make you a coward, it makes you smart. You survived here surrounded by enemies for months and even remained to be treated like the lady you are as well as getting to marry a dashing and wealthy man." Sansa looked down and smiled and Tyrion chuckled at his own expense.

"I know you may have done some things you didn't want to do, but I think it's safe to say that overall you maintained your dignity. I'm afraid I have to say you were wrong this time..." Sansa gave him a confused look. "You do have someone to help you. Me. I swear ,Sansa, that I'm going to take you home. After all, it is expected of us one day. But until that day, I will do everything in my power to make this place a little more bearable until then."

Sansa gave him a smile that actually showed her teeth and she swallowed the lump in her throat as a single tear rolled down her cheek. Tyrion bowed and smiled back before she turned back to the window.

Tyrion started to return to his wine but was stopped short by a loud ringing of bells. So loud it made Sansa jump. She turned her wide, frightened eyes to Tyrion and he quickly reassured her.

"Stay here. I'll-" He was interrupted when Podrick stormed into the room.

"The King is dead!"