"I know Father wants a boy, but I hope it's a girl."

Rhaella Lannister, the former Queen of the Seven Kingdoms and the current Lady of Casterly Rock, paused from her embroidery and looked up to meet the mismatched eyes of her stepson, Tyrion.

It has been snowing since this morning, so the former Queen decided to stay in her solar and spend her time making clothes for her new babe while enjoying the warmth of the fireplace. She was later joined by Tyrion, whom she figured was hiding from either Tywin or the Maester. He brought with him a book about dragons, a present from his Uncle Gerion (which she was certain Tywin wouldn't be pleased to see) for his last name day, and began asking her about her family's history, mostly on Aegon's Conquest and the Dance of Dragons.

The topic brought her discomfort, she tried hard not to think of the children she sent away the night Stannis Baratheon and his fleet seized Dragonstone. There were times she wished that she also escaped with them, but she had been too weak to move after losing so much blood and delirious with birthing fever that they all thought she was going to die.

Ser Willem had refused to leave her, and reassured that she'd survive, he even offered to carry her to the ship, but she declined. She told them that she would only dally their escape and she also doesn't want Viserys to see her die, for he already have suffered enough. The Knight reluctantly agreed and left, but not before he promised that he'll bring Viserys and Daenerys to safety and that he'll do his best to see Viserys sit on the Iron Throne.

She was already dying when Stannis arrived, she had thought that he would kill her, yet, until now she can't figure why he had his Maester heal her. After she finally recovered and strong enough to walk, Stannis brought her to King's Landing.

It was strange to see the Red Keep, the place she once called home, not flying Targaryen banners, even more so was the Throne room without dragon skulls.

She was immediately taken to the new King, the Usurper, who killed her firstborn. Her beloved Rhaegar. And stole the seat and crown that now rightfully belongs to her younger son, Viserys.

The sight of him, sitting on the Iron Throne, that was once her husband's, Father's, grandfather's and great-grandfather's, ignited something inside of her, and for a moment, she wanted nothing more but to drag him off of it, rake her nails on his face.

When Stannis informed him that Viserys and the last of their supporters managed to flee along with her newborn daughter, Robert had been very wroth. He bellowed orders to follow them, bring them back to King's Landing and told her that their line must end, that the Targaryens must be eliminated for the madness to stop.

But Eddard Stark; the man who lost his brother and Father because of her husband's ill mind, whose sister was taken by her son, for the same godforsaken prophecy that motivated her Father to wed her to Aerys, the man who had every right to hate and wish the end of their family, called his friend off.

They are only children, Robert, she remembered him say, they are innocent of their Father and brother's crimes, leave them be. What harm could they possibly do when the last of the Targaryen armies is gone?

Robert had scoffed, yet, the young Lord Stark added more.

You already killed Rhaegar. Or are the deaths and blood of Elia and her children not enough? How can people respect and follow you if they see you as nothing but a kinslayer and a child-murderer?

This somehow calmed the new King and he ordered the soldiers to take her away.

The men lead her to a guest chamber where she stayed for several days awaiting for her future. On the seventh day, she was once again summoned to the small council chambers, where Jon Arryn, informed her of their decision to marry her to Tywin.

That was enough to set her off.

She was enraged.

How could they even think of wedding her to Tywin Lannister?

The man who ordered the murder of her good-daughter; sweet, gentle Elia, who had nothing to do with the war, and her grandchildren; beautiful Rhaenys, who managed to lighten the Red Keep, and Aegon, the grandson, she didn't have the chance to meet.

A valuable hostage, Jon Arryn called her, something that might keep the remaining Targaryen loyalists at bay. And with him married to Lysa Tully, Hoster, Mace and Balon already with healthy heirs, there was no other man left aside from Tywin, who was very vocal with his hatred for his youngest son and heir, the boy he believed to have killed his wife. Arryn didn't mention the Martells, but she was certain that they were never considered as an option.

Jon Arryn explained that it was the only way for her to survive.

She wanted to say no, to reject. She would rather die than do it, yet, she was tempted by the idea that she might have the chance to meet her children again someday. She agreed.

Now, a year after their marriage, Rhaella was finally with child. She ought to hate it for being a Lannister, however, the motherly part of her tells her not to blame the child for its Father's crime.

She shook the thoughts away, not wanting to fall into melancholy and focused on her stepson.

"Why?" She asked Tyrion curiously, "Don't you want to have another brother?"

"I want to," the boy answered, "but I already have Jaime."

She smiled at the mention of Jaime. Rhaella had always admired the young man for his unconditional love for Tyrion. Jaime was a good man. He did kill her first husband, Aerys, and was branded an "oath breaker" for doing it, but she knows that he did it for a reason. He confessed to her why he killed Aerys, told her of what her former husband planned to do with King's Landing and every person living in it. The boy had been embarrassed while making his confession, and she thanked him for what he did. He should have been called a hero, songs ought to be sung in his praise yet, he chose to keep the truth a secret.

"You also have Cersei." Rhaella countered.

A chuckle involuntarily escaped her lips as Tyrion's expression soured and his lips curled into a deep frown.

Like their Father, Cersei hated Tyrion and never fail to remind him that he was a monster, a demon monkey who killed her Mother.

Rhaella pitied him, seeing how alone he is in Casterly Rock without his brother urged Rhaella to reach out to him. He was surprised at first, but in the end, the two of them formed a bond and both saved each other from the pain and loneliness they had.

Tyrion shot her a mock- glare and Rhaella had to cover her mouth with a hand to stop herself from further laughing.

"I hope the baby won't be scared of me." Tyrion said when Rhaella finally sobered. "Cersei said that she doesn't, that I might frighten your baby."

Tyrion's words caused Rhaella's heart to break and she made a mental note to chide Cersei of the way she treats her younger brother.

"Of course, you won't." She reassured. "I believe you are going to be the best brother in the world."

This somehow lightened Tyrion's mood, changing his deep frown into a grin.

"Truly?"

"Yes." She said. "You are a good boy, Tyrion. Don't let your Father and sister's words bring you down."

"Thank you, Lady Rhaella." Tyrion replied.

Rhaella smiled, she set her embroidery aside, stood up and walked towards her working table. She pulled a small parchment from one of the drawers and sat beside her stepson.

"Now, if you are really that adamant to have a baby sister, you must help me pick a perfect name for her."

"Of course!" Tyrion nodded eagerly and she passed the parchment where she wrote the options.

There were twenty names in her list; ten names for a boy and ten for a girl. Each were taken from the different places in Westeros and though she wanted her child to have a Targaryen name, Alysanne and Duncan were the only ones she added to avoid angering Robert Baratheon.

"Sansa?" Tyrion spoke after scanning the parchment, his brows were knitted in confusion as he looked at her. "It's a Northern name."

Rhaella nodded, "It is."

Only a few names from the Lannister lineage caught her attention so she resolved into adding more from the genealogies of the other families and there were some Northern names she liked that she attached to the list.

"Well, it's a pretty name." Tyrion answered and Rhaella suddenly gasped as she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen. "Are you alright, my lady?" Tyrion immediately went beside her, his voice thick with worry. "Should I call a maester?"

The sensation was familiar, she had experienced it several times and she had always been happy to feel it as was a confirmation that her child is alive and well.

"No, I'm fine, Tyrion. It's just the babe. I think she kicked."

Tyrion's mouth formed an "oh"and excitement filled his eyes, "I think she likes the name."

The former Queen's smile widened as she placed her hand on her stomach and the movement repeated.

"Yes, I think she does." She sighed. "It's decided then, her name will be Sansa. Sansa Lannister."

I'm sorry about the grammar and vocabulary, I really wish I could write better than this, unfortunately, English isn't my native language, but I will try my best to improve.

The title is taken from James Mcmorrow's song "Wicked Game", the one used in the Season 6 trailer.

To those who have read my other work, "What If", I already started with the Sansa Storm/Jon Snow story, I'll try my best to post the first part within this week.

And I want to thank Janina for her help. :)

Comments and reviews are welcome!