Hello, I must say I'm not entirely happy with this chapter, but have no idea what to do with it, but still I hope you like it. Thanks for your feedback on the last one.

I just wrote a chapter for Joffrey's wedding

Revisited: 21.04.2013

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Sansa was on her way to the Godswood. She didn't have to take the dark ways any more, since her encounter with Joffrey five days ago she felt even safer to use the main halls than the dark corridors. The Keep was populated with men, Lannister and Tyrell, and the men in red would protect her. The Lannister men now bowed their heads and smiled at her. There were no nasty grins any more, they were friendly, respectful. She felt safe around them, she knew they would stand up for her now, she was their Lady. She showed them her courtesies, smiled at them, and greeted the men she knew in return.

The last days since Tywin Lannister's death had been busy, for her and Tyrion. He had had to rule the realm, during the queen had been involved with the wedding of Joffrey and Margery in two days. Sansa pitied the Tyrell girl for her lot, she had endured Joffrey and knew what a monster he was. But the Tyrells wanted a crone, but she hoped Loras Tyrell would be able to protect his sister. This was his purpose, wasn't it?

Disregarding his work, Tyrion had still managed to accompany her during supper. They had talked about their days or even joking around, and she had started to enjoy his sarcasm. Septa Mordane might had told her it wouldn't be appropriate for a Lady to amuse herself with such minor kinds of humour but she enjoyed it and didn't wish to trade her fun and happiness in the privacy of their chambers for an ideal Lady her husband couldn't care less about.

After supper they always had played Cyvasse, a game had taken for hours now. She had started to read a book, which she had found in the library, about strategies for the game and if she had to rate Tyrion's game, he certainly had read it too. But it was not about the game anymore, it was about spending time together.

She really liked it to be with him. Discussing stories or history, it required a great amount of reading on her side to reach Tyrion's knowledge but she had time during the day, she hadn't been occupy with much. She could read a book and discussed it with Tyrion in the evening. If he had read it, she used his library so he had to. At least she thought so, but at one occasion, two days ago she had learned that he hadn't read all his books and had enjoyed it to have the superior knowledge, at least once.

The nights were better too, they had developed certain sleeping habits, she laid next to him her head resting at his neck, his left arm around her shoulders. They still hadn't done what husband and wife are supposed to do, not even kissing, his touch had always been innocent.

She wasn't sure any more if she liked it that way or if she wanted more. She was comfortable around him, didn't stare at his scar any more. She even discovered that some of his features are very attractive, like his golden hair or his eyes, first she had feared them but now, they were special, mysterious. She thought that she should talk to him about her feelings concerning their non-existing kissing, and more. Hoping he could give her a solution, maybe it was time?

They still hadn't moved to the tower of the Hand. Tyrion knew what she experienced there and didn't want to see her depressed and he liked that nobody could spy on them in the Keep. But he used the tower to work anyway.

All in all the days were uneventful, expect for Lord Tywin's funeral. Tyrion hadn't had the time to stand guard for his father, but there had been enough men of the Westerlands to fill in for him. It had been a very depressing event, the condolence of the guests, had been mostly feigned, they had seemed happy that Lord Tywin was dead. Only the Westermen had grieved him. Sansa for herself didn't know if she grieving for him or felt sorry for Tyrion, he after all lost his father, most likely it was the last.

Lord Tywin had lain in the great Sept of Baelor, his face showing a grotesque smile. But the smell, the smell had been the worst. Joffrey had refused to appear because of it, and the guest, including her, really had had problems to control their features. Tyrion believed it had been a side effect of a poison, but Pycelle hadn't been able to confirm if he had been poisoned at all.

"He is an old incompetent fool this Maester, I should send a raven to the citadel and demand a new one" He had told her after the funeral. She wouldn't have something against it, remembering her 'examination' after her father had been imprisoned. She couldn't stand the man and was clad she didn't have to anymore. If he would be deposed and send away she would see it as fair punishment for this man, she hoped Tyrion would make it true.

She finally reached the Godswood. A man in Lannister red waited in front of the entrance. She recognized him as Cleautus Myatt, the leader of the group involved in her encounter with Joffrey, five days ago.

"My Lady, it's an honour to meet you again" He bowed his head.

"My Lord, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company or better the fact that you so eagerly waited for me?" She liked to be a little bit cheeky now, she could afford it and it didn't hurt anybody, although Myatt blushed slightly.

"My Lady, I come on behalf of my wife to ask you if you would be so friendly and let her sew with you." Tyrion had told her the Myatts were once a powerful family but had lost much of her influence and power, because of a third son who had fought with the Reynes against Lord Tywin. Cleautus Myatt has joined the forces to redeem his family. He was an ambitious and talented man, Sansa suspected that the request to sew were a try to come to good terms with her and with her husband.

'Maybe some friendly company wouldn't be wrong' Since Jeyne she had no female friends, even her new handmaiden, Tyrion had sent the old away, they had been spies for Cersei, were more respectful quiet servants than anything else. She felt lonely sometimes when she sewed. Only then, but still it wasn't pleasant.

"I would like if she could accompany me, I will send a servant with the invitation after I returned to my chambers, my Lord" she bowed her head and walked in the Godswood.

She knelt in front of the heart tree. She wanted to thank the gods for the happiness and luck she experienced the last days and wanted to pray for Robb and her mother, wanted to ask if the gods couldn't grant them the same.

She just was about to start when suddenly a hand grabbed her from behind, closing around her mouth and another clasped around her waist. Lifting her up the intruder dragged her away from the heart tree. Panic and fear replaced all thoughts of her. What happened? Who was it? What wanted the man? She felt that her attacker was definitely fat and a man, but she couldn't turn her head to see him.

"You don't hold me back, dear, I will bring you to him if you want or not" The voice whispered in her ear and she smelled strong-wine.

'Dontos!' What was he doing? What did he mean? To whom did he bring her? The King? Had it been all just a prank of the King? Had he, her knight, been only the fool in his service? She struggled and fought back, wanting to scream. He punched her in the side with his fist, pain radiated in her body and she fell limp.

But she took all her willpower and after a moment she bit into his hand. The quick moment between and him taking his hand back and his cry of pain she used to scream, hoping somebody would hear her. Free her from this horror.

To her relief she saw Myatt running to her. Dontos threw her to the ground and faced the man. She exhaled when she hit the ground. Her former 'knight' wanted to pull his knife but Myatt punched him in the face with his spiked glove first. With a small sound the fool hit the ground, unconscious. She still laid on the ground, but she was able to see more men in red approaching them. Myatt reached out with his hand and helped her to her feed. Her side hurt and she knew there would be bruises.

"My Lady, are you all right?" She needed a few minutes to compose herself, heavy breathing in pain.

"Yes, I am. I owe you my gratitude My Lord, without you he would have succeeded." She looked down on Dontos. He had been supposed to be her Florian, but no, he had just been another who wanted to capture her. Who did he serve? Myatt spoke again and startled her out of her thoughts:

"My Lady, I will escort you to your quarters and him" he pointed to Dontos "he will spend some nights in a black cell."

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Myatt escorted her back to her chambers, accompanied by four Lannister men. But first he had sent Dontos to the black cells, silently. In her chambers he excused himself after he had sent a servant to fetch Tyrion and then walked outside.

Still in pain Sansa sat down on the couch, she hoped Tyrion would be there soon but it would most likely take some time for him to arrive from the tower.

To her surprise he stormed to the door just a moment later, his face was marked with concern and anger. Why was he so fast? Was he already on his way?

She wanted to rise but the pain grew stronger and she fell back on the couch. Tyrion stood in front of her, his gaze full of concern and she believed recognizing a hint of fear. He put his hand on her arm.

"Sansa what happened? I was told somebody tried to abduct you."

"Ser Dontos, he ambushed me in the Godswood" Her voice was shaking by the memory on what had happened

"The fool, but why" He looked puzzled, he was shaking too. 'Is he afraid too?'

She couldn't hide any longer what she had planned with Dontos, Tyrion had to know, and hopefully he would forgive her. She told him everything, how she had rescued his life, about the meetings in the Godswood that Dontos had supposed to be her Florian out of the songs, the knight who should bring her out of the city. Tyrion was silent just listened what she told him.

"Please forgive me." She didn't want that this would stand between them or her foolishness to believe Dontos would be a knight, she didn't want to destroy what they had, didn't want to lose his trust.

Tyrion exhaled and took her hands in his; he lowered his head and kissed them, before he looked her in the eyes again.

"There is nothing to forgive Sansa. You were alone and wanted to be home, I understand that. I can't be mad at you, I never could."

Sansa took his words with relief, she had been afraid she had destroyed the happiness they had evolved over the last days or his feelings for her.

"I ask myself who he meant with 'him'. You said he had said it, have you a clue who he meant?" Sansa thought about the question but only could shake her head. She had no idea what Dontos was talking about.

"No matter I will question him, but first. Sansa, I have to tell you something."

'What?' His voice was low and he looked nervous, like he feared what would come.

"I was on the way to you when the servant ran into me, I received a raven"

A raven what could it mean?

"It's concerning your brother and mother"

Sansa's stomach dropped, were they dead? 'No, not now.' Goosebumps were back on her arms and the blood left her face.

"If you might know your uncle's wedding occurred yesterday at the Twins" He seemed to sense her distress but continued, holding her hands tighter. "It seems my father plotted with Walder Frey and Roose Bolton to breaking the guest right, he wanted them to killing them"

No, how could that happen, the guest-right were sacred.

Ask yourself better why he knows about the plot

"Please, please tell me you don't.." her plea was desperate. She didn't want him to be the man who had allowed something like that. She started to hyperventilate. How could he?

"Sansa, Sansa, please calm down" he told her urgently "they are alive, and as far as I know unharmed." They weren't dead, Sansa could have jump into the air. "I discovered my father's plot and sent ravens to stop them. I didn't want to tell you in case I failed, it would have destroyed your hopes. But they are save, hostages, but save." He had discovered the plot and now there were hostages, how could he? She wanted to accuse him but he spoke first: "They will be brought to the Rock, in safety. I will offer your brother a pardon, he will be able to return to Winterfell as Lord, nothing will happen to him."

"Joffrey and the Queen won't let this happen, they will, they will..." Panic was back and replaced her relief.

"Nothing will happen; I won't let them get a grip on them. I sent Bronn, he is loyal and I will tell Cersei that she has to accept what I decided or she will be alone. I would never bring you sorrow Sansa, nobody will ever upset you again."

She didn't know what to say, joy formed in her, her family was save, all her pain was washed away. In her joy she slid from the couch and swung her arms around Tyrion, embracing him tightly.

"Sansa you, you smother me" He cawed. She released him and sat back on her feet, looking at him.

She lowered her head and kissed him.

Finally!

I want this story to end someday so I will start to set the ground for it

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