Size Matters Not!
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A/N: Just a small story (excuse the pun) about life between Sansa and Tyrion.
Summary: Sansa overhears some of the ladies of the court speaking about her and her husband Lord Tyrion and their words of scorn concerning her husband surprisingly enrages her.
"Oh my God…HOW HYSTERICAL!...The thought that...that little toad could be able to do anything of any use...and with a young lady such as she...I bet they haven't even shared a bed yet!"
The spiteful tone of a lady was heard from the other side of the hedge from where the Lady Sansa Lannister was sitting, and she leaned a little closer to the hedge but remained quiet, so as to hear some more of the words that were presently being spoken by a number of ladies on the other side.
"Yeah I bet he couldn't do anything even if they had all those whores he claims to have slept with, they probably lied about his abilities, telling him he was good when there is no way, something as deformed and disgusting as him could be any good. They probably didn't want to end up imprisoned or dead not that it would make any difference."
"Oh God no, the rest of the Lannister's probably laugh at his boast for that is all it could be."
Another lady was heard to laugh on the other side of the hedge. Sansa listened further to other voices, a total of about six, from what she could make out all discussing the failings of what she had deduced were her husbands, Tyrion Lannister.
Although a very small part of her agreed with them she and Tyrion, had after all not shared a bed and therefore consummated their marriage. However she felt an indignant anger building at the outrage that these women, no they were not women she thought angrily to herself, they are harpies, fish wives, who had the audacity and gall to run down her husband.
A thought formed in Sansa's mind, a rather evil and cold thought of what she was going to do to these bitches, these soft southern women were about to meet with a wolf of the north, and a wolf who would not be taking prisoners.
As the plan of revenge formed in her mind, she stood silently and made her way towards the rooms she shared with Tyrion, a determined look upon her young youthful face.
A look to terrify the hardest of men let alone sad little girls!
A/N: Not sure if I am going to keep this as one chapter or maybe at a later date add another. We shall see and I hope everyone had a safe and happy New Year.