SANSA

Sansa was almost hysterical. "You're making me marry a Lannister!" she cried. "How could you, after everything!" She had never met either Willem or Martyn Lannister, but she remembered that their older brother Lancel had been the queen's creature through and through.

"We needed to make a defense pact with the Lannisters and the Tyrells," Robb said calmly, "to guard against the ironborn."

"If the ironborn attack us you can cut Theon Greyjoy's head off! That's why he was sent to us in the first place!"

"Theon has three living uncles," Robb said, "If we executed him, we'd just be doing them a favor."

"I don't believe you!" she sobbed. "You just won't do it because he's your friend! You love him more than me, your own sister!"

"That's not true," Mother said.

"I arranged my own marriage so I could win this war and Arya's as well," Robb said.

"Well you won the war; you beat the Lannisters, why are you selling me to them as if I were a sow?"

"My father arranged for me to marry your Uncle Brandon," Mother said, "and when the Mad King killed him, I married your father the same day I first set eyes on him."

"You didn't have to marry a Lannister!" she wept. "He'll be a monster, like Joffrey or Queen Cersei or Lord Tywin!"

"Willem Lannister and his twin brother have been my captives for nearly two years," Robb said, "they are not like Joffrey."

"Joffrey fooled me for a long time, playing the perfect gentleman when he wanted to! These boys are your captives, for gods' sake, they're doing the same thing so that you'll not only set them free but give me to one of them!"

"I'm not setting them free," Robb said. "They're both coming with us back to Winterfell."

"And when King Kevan dies and Willem inherits the Rock, he'll take me back there with him and he can do with me what he likes! How could you be so stupid to fall for more Lannister lies?"

"Sansa, that's enough," Mother said sharply. "Robb is your king as well as your older brother. You may not speak to him so."

"Or you'll do what," Sansa was truly hysterical now, "cut my head off and mount it on a spike like Joffrey did to Father? I'd actually prefer that to having to marry a Lannister and go live at the Rock!"

"Sansa, your brother would never have agreed to the marriage if he had thought for a second that Willem Lannister might harm you in any way. Robb will always protect you."

"That's a lie!" Sansa screamed. "You don't care about me at all, all that time I was Joffrey's prisoner you could have exchanged me for the Kingslayer but you wouldn't, I'd have burned with everyone else in King's Landing if the Hound hadn't rescued me, and even then you paid more for your stupid Valyrian sword than you did for me!"

"The Kingslayer was one of the deadliest men in Westeros," Robb said. "If we had exchanged him for you, we might have lost the war. Both Lannister boys have returned with me from Casterly Rock; when you have calmed down I shall introduce them to you."

"Father would never have done this to me," Sansa sobbed, "unlike you he tried to save me from Joffrey."

Mother looked at a loss for words, and then said, "The seamstresses will make you a beautiful new gown for Robb's wedding." This did not make Sansa feel better at all.