Sansa couldn't help but smile as she walked hand in hand with Tyrion, she was sixteen but her parents never let her have any friends that weren't girls.

Tyrion's hand was so warm wrapped around her own, his finger tips were callused from constantly turning pages as he read and writing letters.

For a moment she wondered what her mother would think if she saw them right now, she would probably be furious she thought.

Sansa could never understand why her mother didn't like him, even when she was little her mother was angry that she even talked to him, she never had the nerve to tell her that he'd read to her and touched her dolls once.

"Okay my lady if you just wait here for a moment I'll see if I can find the books" he told her before hesitantly letting go of her hand.

Sansa stood quietly and watched as Tyrion began opening the large trunks and looking for his books.

Sansa always liked Tyrion but now that she was older she started to notice other things about him, the way the sun made his hair look like spun gold or the way his eyes lit up when he smiled at her.

"Ah! Here they are!" Tyrion exclaimed.

"Lady Sansa can you help me for a moment?" He asked happily.

"Of course my lord" she replied excitedly before going to see what he needed.

"What can I do to help?" she asked eagerly.

"Well it seems I just can't pick out a book! Would you like to pick a few?" he asked smiling widely at her.

Sansa looked into the huge trunk, it was filled to the brim with books of all sizes. After a few moments she selected a few books from his collection, a large book about the cities and history of Westeros, one full of folk tales and another on the cities across the waters.

"How about these ones?" she asked.

"Very good choices my lady" he smiled and offered her his hand again.

"Shall we go to the garden?" he asked gently.

"That is the best place to read" she agreed as they started towards it.

They walked into the gardens and settled down on one of the stone benches.

Tyrion looked at the selections and decided to start with the book on Westeros, he remembered the look of amazement in her eyes when he read to her last time.

The two of them sat in the garden for hours and Tyrion read story after story about the many kingdoms of Westeros and the noble houses that were within them while Sansa listened intently to his every word.

Every once in a while Tyrion would glance up from the page he was reading to see if she was still there, she was so quiet while he read to her but even just a glace showed the wonder and amazement in her eyes.

Tyrion loved to read but it was always something he had to enjoy on his own, his brother was off training to become a solider from the moment he was old enough to hold a sword and his sister never wanted anything to do with him so Tyrion spent all his time alone in his quarters reading every book he could get his hands on.

"I would love to go to even one of those festivals" Sansa mused, pouting slightly.

"I'm sure you will one day my lady" he assured her with a soft smile.

"Father would never let me leave Winterfell" she frowned.

"God she's even beautiful when she frowns" he thought to himself.

"Your father is just trying to keep you safe my lady" he assured her.

"I want so badly to get out of Winterfell, to see the word beyond this place" she sighed.

Tyrion wanted to take her to all the places she longed to see, he had enough gold to take all over the world if that's what she wanted, anything to make her smile again.

"One day my lady you'll get to leave this place, I promise" He smiled, squeezing her hand gently.

"I'll take you out of here myself if I have to" he added in his mind.

It wasn't until Sansa began to shiver gently that Tyrion realized the sun was nearly gone from the sky.

"I think it must nearly be time for dinner my lady" He commented, sliding stiffly off the bench.

"Are you hungry my lord?" Sansa asked curiously.

"Well I certainly wouldn't turn down a hot meal and a cold flask of wine" he replied.

Truth be told he would have happily starved if it meant he could stay tucked away in that winter garden with her, safe from the rest of the world.

"Come then Lord Tyrion, let's go see what the cooks have prepared then" Sansa smiled and offered her hand.

"I should really return these books first, you go ahead my lady, I'll be there momentarily" He replied before collecting the books.

"Okay my lord, I'll see you there" Sansa frowned and started towards the castle.