Both of them dreamed. For Tyrion, it started much the same as dreams of his usually did. With Dragons. He dreamed of finding Stone eggs in the Black Cells. He heated them under a candle and they hatched. One with red scales, one with green scales and one with white scales. The three dragons seemed to be more connected to each other then him. They danced and played, while he watched with fascination.
"You let that worm between your legs do half your thinking." Cersei said. She had appeared quite out of nowhere.
"You underestimate me sister. You always have." Tyrion said.
"I'll kill you for this brother. For what you did to our mother." Cersei said.
"I didn't do anything to her. I'm innocent." Tyrion said.
"That's not exactly true Tyrion." This time it was Jaime. '
"Jaime? You've been gone. Captured by the Stark boy." Tyrion said.
"He's dead. I suspect you'll be joining him soon." Jaime said.
"Why? Why are you saying this? You've always been much kinder to me then most anyone I know." Tyrion said.
"I know. I've always had a soft spot for you. But I love Cersei more." Jaime said and removed his blade.
"You don't mean to kill me where I stand. To be the kinslayer on top of it all?" Tyrion said.
"The things I do for love." Jaime said. Tyrion ran off, his short legs propelling him somewhere almost against his will. He found his way to the throne room. His lord father sat there, in the seat of honor. The only seat that mattered. The Iron Throne. It seemed like it had been meant for him. He had been the power beyond the throne for all those years with Aerys hadn't he? And he was the power behind the throne now.
"You will not inherit Casterly Rock. You will stay on as Master of Coin for the moment and Inherit Winterfell as soon as we are able to install you. Then, I will convince Jaime to leave the Kingsguard, and I will never again have to deal with you." Tywin said.
"You've wanted me out of the way since the very beginning. You've never loved me. You've never loved any of us. We were all just tools. Tools to preserve your legacy." Tyrion said.
"The family legacy." Tywin responded.
"You only serve yourself." Tyrion said.
"Do I? I allowed you to live." Tywin said.
"An act of pragmatism. And perhaps pride." Tyrion said.
"None of these arguments mean a thing. You will do as I say, as you always have. Neither of us will have to deal with the other for very much longer." Tywin said.
And the dream ended there.
Sansa's dream was different.
Sansa was in the Godswood. Not the one in King's Landing. But in Winterfell. She was by the heart tree, the powerful weirwood in the center of it. Weirwoods were the eyes of the old gods, if she remembered correctly. But the weirwood looked strange. It took Sansa to notice why. The face carved into it was different. It looked like Bran's face. She approached it, walking steadily forward to get a better look, but suddenly she was elsewhere.
She was at a castle and rising above it was a massive wall of ice. She heard a woman sing a strange song she'd never heard before, about being the last of the giants. She saw a sword wreathed in flame, then a ring of weirwood trees, then a night so dark she couldn't see 2 feet in front of her. Then she saw Ghost emerging from the darkness. He looked at her, and there was something in his eyes that seemed like recognition.
Then Sansa was elsewhere again. She was in another godswood. This time it was the one in King's Landing. Here she saw Margaery standing before her, with a sad look in her eyes.
"We were meant to be together, you and I." Margaery said.
"I know." Sansa said, much to her surprise. She had forgotten her voice, forgotten that she even could talk. Everything was happening in a blur, a fog.
"I don't think you understand." Margaery said, and she took off her dress. Sansa was again struck by her beauty.
"I understand perfectly." Sansa said, and she approached. She began kissing Margaery's neck.
"No, you don't. I was to use you. Use you for my family's purposes. Your nothing to me now." Margaery said, but her voice sounded pained.
"It matters not. Use me however you like." Sansa said. She was surprised even by her own words, but it felt so good.
"You say that now. But it will not be enough." Margaery said.
"It will, my lady. It will." Sansa said. All she wanted was her. Her mouth strayed lower to Margaery's breasts. She kissed them and eventually began to suck on one of her nipples. Margaery moaned in pleasure.
"I-If you continue down this path. Y-you'll be mine. Our houses will be joined forever. In victory or defeat." Margaery said, her voice shaky.
"I want that." Sansa said as she took her mouth from Margaery's breast. Then she began kissing even lower, down to Margaery's groin. She began licking Margaery's womanhood. Margaery grabbed the back of Sansa's head and pushed her deeper. Sansa grabbed hold tightly of Margaery's rear with both hands and kept up the pace. It felt so good. Margaery tasted so good.
"You'll be mine then, always. I'll never let you go." Margaery said. She orgasmed and Sansa felt power and need unlike any she had felt before.
In the morning her eyes fluttered open. She would be a Tyrell in all but name, she resolved.