ONE MONTH LATER- It actually did not take that long, for word to reach Tyrion Lannister, that Melisandre had resurrected Sandor Clegane and that he was with Sansa at Winterfell.
Queen Margaery was less than pleased to find out that Sansa had been a party to absconding with Shireen Baratheon. Jaime Lannister wasn't all that upset. But Margaery strongly suspected Littlefinger's part in this, along with Melisandre.
Littlefinger had disappeared and Margaery ordered all that he had inherited when Lysa and Robin Arryn 'died', taken from him.
Varys reappeared out of nowhere. And Tyrion was most happy to see him. For he would need a favor not from him, but from a certain prisoner he kept in a box...
Queen Margaery, for one of the few times in her life, was not in the mood to listen to her grandmother. She had not been in charge of this realm for very long, and now she could very well lose it-along with her own life.
None of her spies could tell her anything about what Jon Snow could possibly be planning. And she didn't even know if she could actually trust her spies! They had all been around either during Cersei, Stannis, Joffrey or Robert's reigns. Margaery really had none of her own.
Lady Oleanna tried to counsel her granddaughter, but even she could see that the young queen was restless. That didn't bother her as much as seeing Margaery obsessing over the wrong things.
The Red Woman's whereabouts, for one...
"Darling," Lady Oleanna soothed, "I know it is unsettling. But Melisandre cannot hide forever. Not with a price on her head."
"She can escape capture easily with her sorcery," Margaery said in a dull tone, "and everyday that she and Shireen Baratheon stay hidden, the more I suspect...I FEEL as if she is trying to resurrect Stannis."
Lady Oleanna had no words for the Queen, because that actually could be a possibility. Melisandre had resurrected Sandor Clegane by using Gregor Clegane's dead form. Why else would Melisandre be interested in absconding with the child?
Margaery stood up from her throne, just as a member of the Queensguard came in.
"Well?" she asked.
"Davos Seaworth is on the rack, but still refuses to confess to his part in the kidnapping." the man said regretfully. Lady Oleanna noticed that Margaery's facial expression became hard and determined. The guard, bowed, then rose to turn and leave the throne room.
"What are you thinking? I can tell you're thinking something?"
"I am thinking that Stannis Baratheon once promised me to Davos Seaworth."
Lady Oleanna frowned.
"What of it? You never even spoke to him."
"I am going to being handling things differently, Grandmother. I have an attack that could happen at any time, and yet I do not know what my enemy will be using to take my crown from me. I don't know where a sorceress is, that is hell bent on using her magic to wrest this kingdom from me. And Sansa...how Sansa could've betrayed me..."
"That girl betrayed herself. And nothing we can do to her, will match what Tyrion has in store for her."
"Do you really think he is plotting some kind of revenge?" Margaery asked.
"It is in his eyes, my dear. Now please, let the guards take care of getting information out of Davos Seaworth." Lady Oleanna cautioned. Margaery gave her grandmother a perfunctory kiss, then watched as she left the throne room.
Unfortunately, she would not be able to heed her grandmother's words, Margaery thought. She would head back to her quarters to change, then take a trip to the dungeons.
Davos Seaworth bit his lip to keep from crying out! His bones felt as if they were about to break-which was the point of the torturous device he had been forced down upon, after his detention by the Queen.
Suddenly, there was some kind of respite. He was lying naked, flat on his back with his wrists and legs bound. He could barely turn his head to see why everyone had suddenly left his cell. Why weren't they asking him anymore questions about little Shireen?
The answer came in the form of the looming face of Queen Margaery herself.
"I thought you would be different," Davos bit out, "unlike that whore Cersei. But you doomed a little girl to a life with..."
"Davos," Margaery said quietly, "I want to know where the Red Woman took that 'little girl'."
"I'll tell you like I told the others, I don't know."
"Yes, I am aware of what you have been telling my men. But they are not here. It is just you and I. We were once to be husband and wife."
Davos scoffed!
"Even if King Stannis had lived, we would've never shared a bed! Not after you had fucked those shadow things!"
"Don't you EVER say that again!" Margaery snapped.
"You did fuck those things! And willingly! And you used them against people..."
"I'm not talking about that." Margaery said coolly, as she now removed her cloak to reveal that she was wearing nothing underneath! Davos lifted his head, puzzled.
Davos's head was not the only thing that 'lifted'.
"Don't you ever say that name in my presence again." Margaery said calmly. Davos's lips curled up in a smile/sneer!
"King Stannis Baratheon is the true king! And when Melisandre brings him back, you will rue the day you ever dared sit on his throne!"
Margaery's worst fears had been realized! But she did not betray any emotion as she climbed onto Davos and carefully seated herself on his engorged penetration. She could feel the onion knight's flesh settle deeply within her.
"By the Gods, what in the hell are you doing?!" Davos hissed.
"I want Shireen Baratheon's location." Margaery whispered, leaning back on her hands. Her dark hair cascaded over one shoulder.
Davos looked at the Queen in disbelief!
"And you think that fucking me to death will make me tell it? Do your worst, Whore Queen! But my loyalty will always be to King Stannis..."
"I told you not to say his name." Margaery said in a sing song voice. She began rocking to and fro on Davos's heavy sex. Davos bit his lip not to feel anything, something Margaery noticed. She then began moving up and down, impaling herself repeatedly at a speed that caused her ripe breasts to bob saucily before his eyes.
The encounter lasted for a half hour, until Davos could not hold back his release, nor his pleasure strained groans. Once Margaery was finished, she climbed off of him and refastened her cloak.
"I don't expect that you will give me what I want after just one encounter. Tomorrow, I will visit again, only one of my men will be stretching your bones as I fuck you. And I can assure you, you will tell me what I need to know then."
Davos, who was now bathed in a sheen of sweat, panted hoarsely, lost for words. It had been torture to be restrained and not be able to touch the Queen's bouncing tits or slender body, while she ravished him. But to have this happen again, tomorrow, while his bones were steadily breaking?
No.
And yet little Shireen had to be protected at all costs.
"I could take you to her." Davos offered thickly. Margaery, who had turned to call for the guards, turned back to look at him.
"What kind of a fool do you take me for? Somehow I doubt I would make it back alive. You have until tomorrow this time, to give my men the location of Shireen Baratheon and Melisandre. Or the pain you felt when Stannis cut off your fingers, will be nothing to what I inflict upon you."
And with that, Margaery called for the guards, who unlocked the door and let her out of the cell.
Jaime found Tyrion in his quarters, sitting at a desk. He barely glanced at his brother when he entered.
"Did you need something?" Tyrion asked looking over some correspondence from Balon Greyjoy that was phonier than hell! He had essentially tried to murder him on Cersei's orders, and now he was acting as if they had always been good friends!
"Tyrion, please, do not take that tone with me. Sansa is the one that hurt you. I did what I did to protect our future. Sansa would've been executed if Cersei had found out that she had pushed Joffrey. She has willingly spread her legs again for the Hound, while carrying your namesakes in her belly. Let us talk to Queen Margaery about dissolving the marriage..."
Tyrion set down the letters and looked up at Jaime coldly.
"I am Lord Protector of Winterfell. I will not be dissolving anything."
"Robb Stark will stake his claim there and rightfully so."
"Well Robb Stark should not have played missing for so long. Winterfell is mine to do with as I see fit. And as long as Queen Margaery sits on that throne, that is how it will be." Tyrion said coolly.
"And if she doesn't? Jon Targaryen could come in here with an army any minute." Jaime argued.
"Jon's advantage is gone. And I do believe he is 'Jon Snow' again. The dragons have been slain and his control over Visarys was weak at best."
"Well, brother, you have thought of everything, haven't you?" Jaime said sarcastically. "Look, I know you! You are planning something with regards to Sansa and the twins! What fool's folly are you about to engage in?"
Tyrion slowly stood up.
"I plan to advise Queen Margaery to advise you to marry Delena Florent. Her husband recently passed away."
Jaime squinted down at his brother.
"That would be the same Delena Florent that Robert soiled and Father tried to marry you off to? My God, Tyrion! Do you hate me that much?"
"Jaime," Tyrion began, "MARRY SOMEONE! SOMEONE WHO ISN'T A RELATIVE OF OURS OR MY WIFE!" he snapped, before leaving the room. Jaime slowly sat in a chair. If finding a wife was the only way he would repair his crushed relationship with his last surviving sibling, then he would do it.
And of course, there was the other thing he had done. Jaime had intercepted a message from Sansa to Tyrion, beckoning him to Winterfell, to meet his children that had been born early!
Jaime knew he should have given the message to his brother. But he was so heartbroken by Sansa's betrayal. And Jaime fully believed that Tyrion should raise the children alone. He just hoped that his brother never discovered that HE was the one, that kept the news of his children's birth from him. Maybe a handmaiden could be blamed.
Tyrion entered Varys quarters without announcement, then bluntly asked him to remove the sorcerer, that had once castrated the spider of secrets, from his box.
"Lord Tyrion, whatever you are planning, don't. It will not be worth it." Varys warned.
"I will decide whether what I am planning is worth it. Now please. Remove him from the box."
Varys stared at Tyrion hard, before removing the wooden panels that revealed the beast that ruined his life. The Sorcerer, now old, with wild, long white hair, could not stand up. Varys yanked him up, causing the man to moan in pain!
Tyrion did not care about his pain or anyone else's. Only his own.
"You are an expert in magic?" Tyrion asked softly. The Sorcerer looked from Varys, to Tyrion, then nodded.
"You will be freed from your prison, if you can make me tall. Make me look as other normal men do."
Varys mouth dropped open! He did not know which he found more shocking: the fact that Tyrion was promising freedom to HIS prisoner, or the other thing...
"Can you do this?" Tyrion asked calmly. The Sorcerer coughed up phlegm for a few moments, then spoke hoarsely.
"I can come up with a spell that makes you tall for a certain length of time. But not permanently." he said.
Tyrion nodded.
"I will not be needing anything permanent. Just long enough to teach a lesson."
The spell was cast and to be blunt, Varys was both fascinated and appalled to see a gloriously tall and muscular version of Tyrion Lannister.
Tyrion then slipped out of King's Landing.
The next day, as Margaery made plans to torture Davos sexually, she heard the whispers about Tyrion leaving King's Landing to go and kill his faithless wife, Sansa Stark. And when he could not be found, Margaery worried. Yes, she was very angry with Sansa for her part in absconding with Shireen Baratheon. But did she deserve to be murdered? The idea distressed her so, that she canceled her 'meeting' with Davos, until she knew Tyrion could be found and reasoned with.
Jaime had heard talk as well, and left King's Landing to follow after his brother. Unfortunately for him, he was captured by Jon Snow's men, telling Jaime that war was almost impending, if Snow's men were outside of King's Landing and on land.
And Tyrion? He had gotten into two brawls while on his merry way, to deal with Sansa and Sandor Clegane. And he won them handily. He would not stay this tall and masculine forever. He would go back to his imp size, after making love to Sansa three times, according to the Sorcerer. The idea of torturing her with lovemaking from a man that she would never have again, appealed to Tyrion greatly.
Whispers of his new size, were beginning to spread. He was now known as 'Brute Tyrion'.
What Tyrion did not realize, was that the Sorcerer had tricked him. On his way from King's Landing, by boat as promised, the Sorcerer lamented on his bit of trickery. Yes, Tyrion Lannister would cease to be brawny man, after making love to his wife three times.
But he would not go back to being an imp.
He would be something far worse.
A giant.
WINTERFELL- MONTHS LATER
Sansa stared out of a window, as the snow slowly fell. Robb had been announced and she turned to face him. She had resumed her former trim figure since giving birth to a boy and girl, that she named alone.
Tristan and Cadwyn.
She did not know if Tyrion would approve or disapprove, since he essentially ignored the news of his children's birth. She knew word had reached him about Sandor Clegane. She knew Tyrion had to know that his being here at Winterfell, meant that they had resumed a relationship.
And yet, she had lived in fear of Tyrion's arrival. He would surely snatch her babies from her and dare her to do anything about it. He had beheaded Sandor quickly enough.
But as time passed and still no word, Sansa had no choice but to believe that Tyrion just did not care. And she was unsure as to how to feel about that. All she did know, was that Sandor was actually a prisoner in the dungeons. The villagers were appalled to find he had been resurrected somehow, and attempted to storm Winterfell to finish him off.
Sandor cut off an old woman head with one strike of his sword, and it scared everyone to death! Sansa had no choice but to ask the guards to keep him in the dungeon, and Sandor was not pleased at all! She now understood that what she felt for Sandor Clegane was animalistic, and she would attempt to pray to the Gods, that she could resist the temptation her offered her.
As for Tyrion, she believed that could live a peaceful coexistence with him, for the sake of their children. But she wanted no more children with him, and would encourage him to seek as many mistresses as he could. She did not hate him, but Sansa also did not believe that a great love for him, that forsaken all others, would ever come.
Now as she faced Robb, she had a different problem on her hands.
"Once Jon sits on that throne, we will dissolve that sham marriage you have with Lannister. We will find someone proper to acknowledge the children as theirs and..."
"I don't want another husband, Tyrion. I am a mother now. I also have no intention of forsaking Tristan and Cadwyne's proper birthright. Casterly Rock belongs to Tyrion and his children."
"Yes," Robb said, easing closer, "it's does. Which is why I have every right to resume my place at Lord Protector of Winterfell. This whole arrangement with Tyrion came about because I was presumed dead."
Sansa smiled sardonically.
"You mean while you played dead? Why not take Riverrun?"
"Because that belongs to Uncle Edmure's son! Just as Winterfell belongs to me, first born son of Eddard Stark. My wife has given birth to a son, who we named after father. Sansa, please, let's set things right."
Sansa folded her arms.
"Why? I mean Jon is going to attack and claim his rightful throne. Just wait until he does that so that he can give it back to you."
Before anything more could be said, a handmaiden hurried into the room breathlessly!
"My lady, your husband, Tyrion the Brute has arrived!"
Sansa rolled her eyes! Robb smirked! They had all heard tales of some sort of growth spurt from Tyrion, mixed with stories of whoring and brawling. No one had believed it and yet...
This handmaiden looked shaken. Robb looked at Sansa, who just sighed.
"He is to be addressed as Lord Tyrion. Please send him in." Sansa said. It was time to face her husband so that arrangements could be made.
Nothing prepared her, or her brother, for the man that walked into the sitting room! Robb backed back some!
Tyrion Lannister WAS no longer an imp! But his size now was formidable! And he was clearly bigger than the Hound.
Sansa did not move! She could not speak!
"Tyrion, my God..."
"This is not the work of a god, my lady. Robb, leave. I am the Master of Winterfell now."
Robb took a deep breath.
"You were made master when I was indisposed."
Tyrion moved closer to him. He then backhanded Robb Stark hard, causing him to go flying back against a chaise! Sansa screamed, too shocked to move! Who was this giant of a man that had come to Winterfell calling himself Tyrion?
Tyrion moved past Sansa and bent down to chide Robb.
"You were not 'indisposed'. You were hiding. And your actions cost your mother and uncle, their lives. I know that Jon Snow is keeping my brother hostage. You will go to the dungeons as well, until my brother is released."
And with that, Tyrion grabbed Robb by the hair and dragged him out of the room! Robb was screaming by now, but none of the guards dared interfere. As far as they were concerned, Tyrion Lannister was not only the hand of the queen, but he was the Lord Protector of Winterfell. He could do as he pleased.
Tyrion dragged Robb slowly down the dungeon stars, while other curious prisoners watched from their cells. He then looked at one of the guards.
"Lock this one up. Take me to Clegane."
"I'M HERE IMP!" Sandor screamed, now coming out of a drunken haze! He could not believe Sansa had had him put in this damnable place! He ran his hands over his face, then blinked hard.
"Who are you?" he asked Tyrion when he appeared at cell door.
"Tyrion Lannister, Lord Protector of Winterfell, husband to Lady Sansa Stark and father of her children." he said, then reached onto the wall for a torch...
Sandor instinctively shrank back, just as Tyrion jabbed the lit torch through the small openings of the bars! He couldn't reach Sandor unless he opened the cell door, but to watch this animal cower...
"KEEP BACK! KEEP BACK, I SAY!" Sandor moaned pitifully. Tyrion set the torch back on it's post and walked off. He heard Robb's curses as he passed his new cell.
"I DON'T KNOW WHAT KIND OF BLACK MAGIC YOU HAVE DELVED IN, TO GET TO THAT SIZE, BUT YOU WILL FAIR NO BETTER THAN STANNIS BARATHEON!" Robb screamed. Tyrion stopped and stared at his brother-in-law for a long moment, before walking up the dungeon steps with determination.
Meanwhile, Sansa ran to her the nursery, asking the handmaidens to get Tristan and Cadwyne's things together, before running to her own quarters! There was no telling how long Tyrion would be in the dungeons torturing poor Robb and Sandor! She had to get out of here with her babies! Whatever magic Tyrion had used had affected his mind! The man she knew would've never struck another human being willingly!
Sansa burst into her room to find appropriate travel wear, when the door suddenly slammed closed behind her! She whirled around to see a larger than life Tyrion!
He stared at her for a long moment, then spoke.
"First, my lady, I want to know why you did not tell me that my children had been born?"
"I sent a raven." Sansa replied calmly.
"You most certainly did not!" Tyrion snapped. "And secondly, who are you to name them without me? Did you not think that I would want a say?"
"I told you, I sent a raven, Tyrion! And when you did not respond, I assumed you did not care!"
"Third," Tyrion continued, "your brother is a prisoner now. He has went against the Queen by helping Jon Snow invade King's Landing. You are very fortunate not to be down there yourself, since you helped a prisoner escape. I knew you felt strongly about Shireen Baratheon..."
"But you did not care, did you?" Sansa asked bitterly.
"I assumed it was jealousy due to pent up feelings for my brother...whom you fucked. Now, this is how things are going to be: I will reacquaint myself with the villagers and we will present ourselves as happy parents. I think it will be safer if we stay here while the invasion occurs. Once Jon is bested, we will return to King's Landing and start over-yet again."
Sansa could not say that she did not want to start over with him. She could not tell him that she couldn't promise to fall prey to Sandor Clegane's seductions again. She did not know what she wanted, but she did know she was more at peace with Sandor locked up and Tyrion out of her sight, than she had been in years.
Sansa did not respond to Tyrion's words. He turned and left the room, leaving the door open. She stared at his now broad back as he left her, and she wondered if he would have the temerity to insist that she share a bed with him again?
She was about to leave the room herself and head down to the dungeons, when laughter stopped her. Sansa eased over to the nursery and saw Tyrion sitting on the floor with the twins. Tristan was crawling close to him, while he was holding Cadwyne.
There were two handmaidens giggling and whispering about how lucky Sansa was! Sansa raised a brow as one of the girls smoothed down her dress and blushed when Tyrion briefly looked up at her.
Sansa realized that she was not used to other women admiring Tyrion, and a queer feeling came over her as she witnessed this moment. She then turned away, uneasy. She was very afraid that what she was feeling, was jealousy.