I wanted to try something different and write a bit of a Tyrion/Tywin/Sansa fanfic. Thank you to my dear fanfic buddy, you know who you are, for helping me start this out. I hope you all read and enjoy with an open mind and with your imaginations sharp.
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Sansa and Joffrey would not marry.
She was happy to know he was replacing her with a Tyrell, someone of loyal blood and not a traitor. The Battle of Blackwater came and went, the Lannisters being victorious on the beaches, and the Hound became a deserter to the King. She could have and perhaps should have went with him, but Sansa was oddly content. She was growing now, standing tall and straight, her bosom larger and her skin finer. She was promised by Joffrey's new betrothed, Margaery Tyrell, that her brother would marry her just after them in the spring. Ser Loras was handsome, tall, and had beautiful golden curls on the top of his head. It made Sansa feel like a child once more.
"We will marry in the spring and you will come to High Garden with me. You'll like it, my Lady, the roses are just as beautiful as you."
He handed her a rose, the second he has given her, "Excuse me, my Lady, I must be going to visit with my sister." Little did she know he was lying to her and soon none of that would even matter.
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Sansa knocked on the large door before her and heard the Queen's soft voice, "Enter." With a deep breath, Sansa opened the door, but stopped in her tracks when she saw that Cersei was not alone. Tywin Lannister sat at the head of the table, a stern look upon his face, while Cersei sat at his side and looked at her with a smile, "You may come in, my dear, no need to be afraid." Sansa eyed Tywin and slowly walked forward, her hands clasped in front of her. She went to take her seat, but Tywin interrupted her movement, "You have nothing to fear here, Lady Sansa." His voice sent a shiver down her spine, but she did as told before taking her seat.
Tywin wasted no time, "I do not believe we have ever spoken face to face before, my Lady." Sansa shook her head, "No, my Lord, we have not." He studied her for several moments, taking in her pale skin, and the light bruise upon her face. Tywin nodded,
"Congratulations are in order, my Lady."
She had no idea what he was speaking of, so Sansa frowned, "Congratulations?" Tywin nodded, "You are to be married in a fortnight." Sansa's breath caught in her throat, for could it be that Ser Loras was to take her as his wife so soon? Sansa was giddy on the inside, she would be leaving Kings Landing and going to Highgarden! She did not show her excitement, but urged Lord Tywin on, "And to whom will I be marrying, my Lord?"
Tywin took a deep breath, "Your brother Robb is losing this war and your younger brothers are dead, leaving you to be the heir to Winterfell and the North. Unfortunately, the Tyrell's believe that when you marry Ser Loras, you will be payment for the war they are helping us win." He gripped the chair he was in, "They are trying to steal you from under our noses." Sansa began to feel dread as he continued, "We will not allow that to happen."
"Who am I to marry?"
Lord Tywin looked at Cersei and allowed her to continue, "My dear, we are not willing to lose the North after my father has fought for it for so long. You will be marrying my brother in a fortnight." Sansa could have burst into tears, but she stayed strong. The silence was deafening and finally Sansa questioned, her voice cracking, "Does Ser Jaime know of this arrangement?" Cersei wanted to laugh with joy at that question, but she simply hummed as she leaned back in her seat and nursed a glass of wine. Tywin chuckled,
"Sansa, you will not be marrying Jaime, but you will be marrying Tyrion."
Sansa said nothing, her eyes became void but still she sat straight as the Lady she was taught to be. She came back to reality and repeated, "I will marry Lord Tyrion?" With a nod, Tywin stood with Cersei and watched his daughter leave the room. He walked to Sansa and paused before reaching down and putting two fingers under her chin, "My Lady?" Sansa sniffed and looked up at him, looking into his green eyes, feeling alone and scared.
Tywin smirked, "As I said before. Congratulations are in order."
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Shae sighed as she prepared Sansa's sleep shift and robe before looking over her shoulder at the young girl in the tub. She cleared her throat, "Would you like me to scrub your back, my Lady?" Sansa looked through the screen and whispered, "Yes, please."
She had returned to her room right after meeting with Lord Tywin and Cersei, her eyes red and swollen from crying. Shae had been waiting for her return and to see Sansa walk through the door in tears, it broke her heart; but not as much as hearing what she was crying about. Sansa leaned forward in the tub and closed her eyes as Shae slowly ran a thick rag over her back, a sigh escaping her lips.
"Do not cry anymore, my Lady."
Sansa looked over her shoulder, "What? Why shouldn't I? I am to be married to the Imp for their entertainment and so they can claim the North through my future children." She bowed her head, unaware of Shae's paused movements, "Do not speak in such a way. The North is not theirs to claim, Sansa, it is yours and will someday be your sons or daughters. You may take the Lannister name, but you will always be Lady of Winterfell."
"What if they look like him?"
She was looking at her friend with wide eyes and Shae could tell she was scared of what could happen. Shae loved her little lion, but she knew now that their love would never be. Tyrion would marry Sansa and be completely loyal to his Lady wife. Still, Shae was Sansa's only friend and she needed her now more than ever. Shae sighed and tossed the rug in the tub, "You are afraid they will be like him? In height? In looks?" Sansa nodded and Shae continued,
"Lord Tyrion is very handsome, my Lady, no matter what his height is. I think he will surprise you in many different ways, especially by the children he will give you. It's highly unlikely that they will be a dwarf like him."
Sansa covered herself as Shae walked away to grab her robe and whispered to her reflection in the tub, "But what if?"
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"I told her just this afternoon. She was less than enthusiastic."
Tywin watched his youngest son pour a third glass of wine, "You drink too much." Tyrion looked up at him and snorted, "You are quite the observant fellow, aren't you?" Tywin snarled, "We must discuss your upcoming wedding and I cannot speak with you while you drink." Tyrion sighed and put his glass down, "Tell me then, did the young Sansa Stark enjoy hearing that she is to marry the Imp?"His father finally took his seat across from him, "As I said, she was none too happy, but her happiness matters nothing to me. I only need one thing from her and that is a Lannister boy that will be the heir to the North."
"What if she gives me only daughters? Better yet, what if she gives me nothing at all?"
His father turned sour, "What do you mean?" Tyrion gave a drunken chuckle, "Lady Sansa Stark will do her duty without hesitation because she fears us all and she's a proper Lady, but what if I refuse to do my own duty and give her a child?" At hearing that, Tywin stood abruptly, "You will do your duty to this family and put a Lannister child in her belly! Upon confirmation of her being with child, both of you will travel to Casterly Rock to keep her safe until the day she gives birth." Tyrion rolled his eyes, "Yes, yes, always the big planner. I hope you realized what you have done to the poor girl. You have taken her away from one Lannister monster and passed her along to another."
Tywin smirked, "Oh, Tyrion, do you believe yourself a monster? Do you plan on mistreating her? Just put a child in her belly as soon as possible and there will be no issues." Tyrion argued yet another point, "She is a child." Tywin snorted, "From what I hear from your sister, Sansa Stark is flowered and bleeds every moon. Besides, Sansa Stark visits Maester Pycelle every few months and according to him, she may be young, but she is strong enough to carry a child at her age. You will give her a Lannister babe, Tyrion." That was the end of their conversation. Tyrion watched in anger as his father drank the last of his wine and walked to the door. Before he left, however, Tywin looked back, "Tyrion, you will take what I say seriously, for if you are not the one to put the babe in her belly, you can be sure another will."
Tyrion looked at him in disgust as Tywin explained, "It doesn't matter which Lannister does it. I am just giving you the chance to be the one that does."
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I hope you all enjoyed reading the first chapter to this new story. Please, don't be afraid to review, but be nice! Look forward to much more