Sansa
Sansa awoke later than normal the next morning. She could tell by the noise from outside the room that the servants were well into their morning routines already. She wondered if her handmaid had already been in to check on her.
As she became fully aware of her surroundings, the dull ache and sticky feel between her legs brought back the memory of last night's liaison and she instinctively looked around for her husband. Tyrion was sat at the desk reading a book he had bought back to their room earlier that week. However, when he instantly turned on hearing the rustle of the sheets as she made to move, Sansa realised that his reading was just a pretence and he had no interest in the book in his hands.
Sansa gave him a shy smile as she grabbed the bed sheet to wrap around her body as she made her way to the privacy screen. She knew it was silly to cover her body before Tyrion following their intimacy last night but she thought it improper to parade around naked in front of him in the light of day. The blue nightgown she had been wearing last night was now folded on the stool with her hairbrush placed on top so she could only assume that one of her handmaids had been in whilst she lay sleeping naked next to Tyrion. The thought embarrassed her, she didn't want to become the source of more gossip around the castle and especially about such a private matter.
Once dressed in her nightdress, she stepped out from the privacy screen and looked back in the direction of the bed. The bed looked disordered but from here she could not see the proof that she sought. She moved the thick blanket and was able to discern the small red mark on the sheet that she needed. She fully removed the blanket to make it easier for her handmaids to find, hoping this would secure her safety from Tywin.
Tyrion
Tyrion looked at her quizzically as she moved in the bed but thankfully, she smiled at him as she covered her body and proceeded to the dressing area. He decided to continue his charade of reading until she desired his conversation although he didn't take his eyes of her once her back was turned, peering over the top of the pages. She had wrapped the sheet around her chest tightly, allowing Tyrion to see her bosom pressing tightly against the cotton. The material skimmed over her hips and he pictured how he had run his hands over her last night. He was remembering the softness of her skin, the sweet smell that surrounded her hair and her whole body. All of her body, except for the area he had muzzled his mouth into. The strong, womanly smell that had leaked from her as he had pressed his lips to the sensitive skin at the top of her long thighs. He had hoped at that moment that she would forget herself and wrap her long limbs around his head, pulling him nearer to her womanhood, forcing him to bury his face in her red curls….
Only a moment later, Sansa stepped out in the forget-me-not nightdress she had been wearing yesterday, braking his train of thought. Her auburn curls were tumbling down to the gentle curve of her bum, her pale toes peeping out from the hem. He watched her as she crept to the bed, trying to distinguish what was causing the frown across her beautiful brow. He placed the book on the desk and moved to approach her as she flung back the blanket and began to examine the sheet.
It was only when she had finished rearranging the bed that she realised he was next to her. "Good morning Sansa", he took her hand in his and gently pecked the back of the skin affectionately. "How are you feeling on this bright morning?", "I am well my Lord, thank you for your kindness. And how are today?" she answered rather formally. "I am fine Sansa….. So, now that the formalities that curtesy dictates have been disposed of…may I ask what in Seven Hells you are doing to the bed?" Sansa blushed at the question and Tyrion realised that he should still be trying to be sensitive to Sansa's feelings as this was all so new to her. She dropped her head and replied, "I am making it easier for my handmaids to find the evidence of my ….maiden blood so they can bear witness to Lord Tywin that we have… completed his requirements and that he does not need to …..send an alternative". Tyrion smiled and placed a hand on each side of her jaw, he indicated for her to lean towards him. "Very wise, my lady" and gently kissed her on the forehead to reassure her. She raised her head and looked at him from beneath her eyelashes and returned his smile.
Sansa
"I will advise one of your handmaids that you are ready for them to come in now. I am to spend the day in the libraries but as I believe you have a lunch appointment with Lady Margaery, I am sure I will not be missed". He kissed her hand again and promptly left, closing the door behind him.
Sansa sat on her stool, awaiting one of the handmaids that she was sure the Queen had employed to spy on her. As she picked up the brush to run through her hair, she looked in the vanity mirror before her. She wondered if people could tell by looking at her that she had consummated her marriage, she couldn't decide if she felt any differently or not. She had thought that this would make her feel like a woman but she was still scared that Tywin Lannister would come to bed her, that Joffrey would force himself on her to continue his abuse and as she placed a hand on her stomach, a small part of her also feared that last night could result in pregnancy.
Whilst she was still deep in thought, the door was tapped slightly and one of her handmaidens entered. She wished she still had Shae in her service, she wanted someone that she liked around her this morning to talk with but at least this way the sheets were guaranteed to end up in the hands of her new sister or father.
"Good Morning Lady Sansa", she greeted as normal before crossing to make the bed as was the standard custom of her duties. Sansa watched as the girl saw the stain on the sheets, she squeaked before grabbing up the sheets, turning to smirk at Sansa and rushing from the room. Relief washed over her, followed by embarrassment as she imagined the conversations that would ensue about her. She pushed that to the back of her mind and picked up her embroidery as she waited for a maid to return to prepare her for her luncheon with Margaery.
Tyrion
Cersei approached Tyrion with a sneer of a smile on her face so he assumed she must have heard the news.
"Awww baby brother, I hear that you have finally managed to bury that little maggot of yours into the little dove? Tell me, did she scream as you tore into her or did you find that your tiny imp cock failed to satisfy even her?"
"Oh, sweet sister, I will not be regaling you with the intimacies of my married life. If rumours are to be believed, your life has enough depravity in it without the tales of my perversities!"
Cersei gave Tyrion a glare before walking off, failing to get a rise out of him had defused her interest in taunting him and the insinuations were not a train of conversation she wished to pursue. He was sure however, that she would try again with the softer target in the affair.
When Tyrion was sure that Cersei was gone, he continued his walk to the Hand of the Tower. Why wait for his father to come to him, he would simply go and tell him that he had finally bedded Sansa and would continue to do so until she quickened. He rapped on the wooden door of Tywin's rooms and preceded to push it open as he heard the deep "Proceed", commanded by his father.
"Tyrion, to what do I owe this visit?"
"As I am sure you are by now aware Father, last night I took my wife into our wedding bed. I will continue until I have got her with child and fathered a Lannister heir. I have come to ensure that as this has now been accomplished, neither yourself, Jaime or Joffrey will be paying any visits to my wife in his bed chambers."
"Of course Tyrion. Providing the Stark girl is with child within the year, there will be no need to take further action in the matter". This deflated Tyrion somewhat but would at least ensure Sansa a small respite from worry. "If there is nothing else, you are free to leave".
"As you wish father". And with that, Tyrion turned to the door, following his much trodden path back to the vast, airy libraries of Kings Landing.
Sansa
Sansa was sat with Margaery and the other young ladies in the beautiful gardens eating cakes in the sunshine. Conversation had followed its normal flow as the sun was high in the midday sky. It wasn't until herself and Margaery went for a walk in the shady paths and they were alone that conversation turned to the previous night.
"So, my dear Sansa, tell me about last night, the castle is awash with the news. Did Tyrion live up to his reputation? Was he able to satisfy you?"
Sansa blushed but did a deep sign before continuing. She had known that she would have to discuss this and had actually wanted to talk about it to Margaery, she didn't know if what Tyrion had done to her was normal or if the tingling that started in her toes and quickly sent shock waves through her body was normal. "I do not know what to tell you. I have no reference point to use but I was very surprised that my husband's stature do not cause us problems".
Margaery squealed with glee at getting this morsel of information and was determined to get the full story from Sansa. She hooked her arm in Sansa's and walked on at a steady pace, averting her eyes as not to cause Sansa any more discomfort. "And how was the stature of…..the rest of him? Was he in proportion to the rest of his body or average size?"
"Are you sure this is proper for Ladies to discuss".
"Of course my sweet girl, all the ladies discuss these things. They have only refrained their conversations in your presence as they know of your innocence. So, tell me, was he attentive to your needs?"
"He…" Sansa hesitated, flushing red across the top of her chest and across her cheeks again, her breasts heaving at the top of her dress as she became self-conscious. "He kissed me". "Where?". "….Everywhere, he was very gentle and I completely forgot that he was a dwarf and about his scarred face and that I don't love him. He made my body tingle and then I felt like…like, a wave was crashing out from me."
"Then his repute is well deserved it would seem. You lucky girl! So few men are able to understand how a woman's body works and how delicate we are to pleasure. And how was it when he put his manhood inside of you?"
Sansa looked over her shoulders quickly to check that no one had heard but to her great relief the tightly enclosed shrub pathways were clear in both directions. Margaery patted her hand encouragingly. "It was painful. I hadn't any idea it would be like that and I am still sore this day but Tyrion was not rough and he was saying sweet things to me the whole time. He seemed nervous…he was shaking at the end and he was sweating. Do you think I pleased him as a wife should?"
"Yes, Sansa, I am quite sure that Tyrion was more than happy with you. After all, you are the most beautiful girl in Kings Landing and you are his wife. Every man in Westeros should be jealous of him!"
