Chapter 2.

"Lady Sansa sure has grown" Tyrion thought to himself

"Certainly she won't remember me though, the stunted little man that read her stories couldn't have possibly made much of an impression" he thought almost scolding himself for his small size.

For a split second Sansa's eyes met his, she smiled so sweetly at him that just for a second he forgot he was a dwarf, she always made him feel like a full person, she was kind to him even when she was only a small child when he saw her last.

Tyrion wanted to speak with her but he would need to wait until everyone was elsewhere before he could approach her though.

Tyrion stood by quietly while Cersei introduced the smaller children to the Starks, though he doubted most of them would be able to recall their names later, in truth a lot of the time he had a hard time with their names.

King Robert and Ned left for the crypts to pay respects to Ned's sister, the women Robert was supposed to marry and Jamie left with Cersei to get the children tucked away until meal time.

Joffery tried to catch Sansa's attention, he was her age but Tyrion could tell she couldn't stand his vial nephew.

"Would you join me for a walk my lady?" Joffery asked her smiling, his dark blue eyes shining in the sunlight.

"Perhaps after we've eaten, I'm feeling rather tired right now My Prince" she smiled sweetly.

"Oh.. as you wish my lady, I will see you later then" he replied baffled by her refusal and walked away.

The look on his nephew's face as he walked off was priceless, better still was the smile on Sansa's.

"My, my lady Sansa I believe that's the first time anyone has told my dear nephew no" He laughed as he slowly walked up to her.

"Oh! I'm sorry Lord Tyrion I didn't hear your approach" she apologized and quickly curtsied.

"No need to curtsy for me my lady" He laughed again, such a polite girl he thought.

"Sorry" she replied trying desperately to compose herself.

"No need for that either my lady, I'm sorry if I frightened you" he laughed again, clearly happy to see her again.

"You startled me, that all my lord" she blushed.

"I'm surprised you remember me Lady Sansa" he mused smiling his broad smile at her.

"Of course I remember you Lord Tyrion, how could I possibly forget the man who told me such wonderful stories" she smiled brightly at him.

"I'm glad someone likes my stories" he scoffed and smiled again.

"How could anyone not like them?" she asked looking completely surprised.

"My niece and nephews have never like them, not even when they were very small, they would just cry or throw toys at me when I read to them" he told her looking down at his feet.

"Lord Tyrion, your stories are wonderful and I wouldn't worry about Joff's opinion on anything.. vial little man" she blurted out all at once.

"Oh I apologize! I spoke out of turn about the Prince.. I-I'm sure he's a wonderful man" She sputtered nervously.

"Take a breath Lady Sansa, Joff is indeed a vial little man" He laughed deeply at the comment.

"My gods she's even more beautiful up close" he thought as he gazed at her smooth pink cheeks.

Tyrion studied her for a brief moment, her tall willowy figure made her look so delicate he thought she might shatter like fine glass if he looked at her wrong, her skin looked to be softer than fine silk and her smile was beautiful and so easy for him to provoke.

"Tell me Lady Sansa, do you still enjoy stories?" he asked before realizing the question was out loud.

"I enjoy stories very much Lord Tyrion" she blushed deeply and smiled.

"Would you like me to read you some of my new books?" He asked her, hoping beyond all foolish hopes she might say yes.

"I would love to" she smiled a beautiful smile and he thought his heart might just explode.

"Wonderful, I just need to find the trunk that contains my books" he laughed, still amazed at how quickly she agreed to the stories.

"Would like some help looking for them?" she asked excitedly.

"It wouldn't be proper for a Lady like yourself to dig around in dusty trunks searching for lost books, but I would love some company" he smiled and offered her his hand.

Tyrion's heart raced as Sansa smiled and took his out-stretched hand, she wasn't glass after all.