XIV

(Sansa)

I was morning when I met Margaery for a walk. She kept making questions about my sexual life with my Lord husband, and I kept avoiding any answer.

"Come on Sansa! I am your friend, and I am really curious to know how it is to share bed with a dwarf…" she used to say, holding and shaking my arm.

"This is not the kind of thing I usually like to talk about, I am reserved Margaery…"

"Even for your friend?" she questioned.

"I am sorry" I replied drily.

She looked very disappointed, but deep inside she understood me. "Well, are you ready for next week?"

"Why should I be?" I questioned.

"It is Joffrey's name day"

Great… "I had completely forgotten" I touched my forehead.

"You'd better advice your Lord husband and get ready for everything. You know how unpleasant Joffrey is when he wants"

Every time I looked at Joffrey's face, I remembered what he had done to my father. I remembered the blood that leaked out from him when his head was cut. I remembered how venerable I've become, how miserable I've become, how alone I've become since he was gone.

When I had these thoughts, I was Lady Sansa Stark.

But when I remembered Tyrion, when his smile comes up to my mind, I could almost fell the sunshine touching me deep inside. I felt strong enough to go ahead and to keep living, because I knew I was going to see his face by the morning. Joffrey was nothing when I had Tyrion by my side.

When I had these thoughts, I was Lady Sansa Lannister.

(Tyrion)

As we didn't have choice, I tried to comfort her and support her, after all she was going to dine with her father's slayer. "If you don't want to, I can imagine a reason to stay…"

"No, I don't want to run away. I want to go"

"You are very courageous lately, my Lady" I said holding her waist.

"Do not even think about something now. We have to hurry" She said with an air of superiority in her words. I made a cry-like sound and she turned back to face me with her hands on her hips "No, just when we come back"

"I can accept that..."

She left her hair falling free on her back, saying that "tonight she wanted to be herself, even if it costs her life". "And I really want a motivation to go to this fucking dinner". She filed up a glass with wine and gave to me.

"If this is not enough, drink until you feel motivated enough" she said taking one for herself

"So, let's drink for tonight's dinner, where we will be ridicule, joked and mistreated by the hosts"

"Cheers"

(Sansa)

Everything was incredibly boring, and Tyrion and I were drunk as hell. I saw a Lady with a hairstyle which looked like a shit roll. When I looked at Tyrion's face he was looking at the same thing, and we both exploded laughing. Since this moment, everything was funny for us. We giggled and laughed of every person strange passing by. But of course, all that happiness would bother the king.

"A moment please! As it is my name day, I wanted to receive a gift from my dear little uncle Tyrion Lannister .Come here please I know he is an expert when the matter is prostitute" Some five or six ladies entered wearing nothing but necklaces. "Tell me, uncle, which one should I choose? I heard the last one is a northerner, just like your wife"

"Choose the one who is good enough to pretend she is enjoying your company" he answered, and I had to cover my mouth to laugh. Suck it up, bastard!

"It is a good quality, my King nephew. Actually, I am experiment enough to tell you that no one like to be hurt after a sex night. Choose one who pretends to, as you have some sadomasochist's habits… Is your bride aware about this?"

"Lady Sansa!" Joffrey interrupted Tyrion "Why don't you tell us all about my uncle's performances. The last ones I've heard about were kind of… Boring! I hope his hands are able to reach every part of you and I hope he is able with them too"

I never felt as brave as then. I drank a little bit of wine and answered "You have no idea, Your grace". With that phrase I looked into his eyes. Deep inside and I saw what he was: a piece of shit. He was not even able to hand a sword. He was nothing.

He was really mad with my happiness, with my balance. He really wanted to bother me, to hurt me. "Seriously? Is he good? Do- do you like them? So, I will cut them out and you can you them as earrings!"

I heard a lion inside of me, the same lion of some weeks ago. It jumped inside of my heard and it roared through my throat. I felt his aggressiveness and anger possessing me.

Everything happened with the blink of an eye. The Queen was beside me, and when Joffrey put Tyrion's hand on the table and removed the sword off the sheath, I took a dagger with was hidden under my dress and put it on the Queen.

"WHAT IF I KILL YOUR MOTHER?" I roared. A guard which was behind me removed his sword and touched my back, and Tyrion removed his own and pointed to his throat.

"Order your soldier to put the sword down!"

"I am the King! I do as I want to!"

"You will be a dead king, like your father and the previous kings before him!" Tyrion threatened.

"I do not care about her. Kill her, if you want!"

"It will be a pleasure!" when I forced a little bit my dagger and she shouted Joffrey ordered.

"Stop!" he screamed, and with this scream his voice strummed.

"I am doing as you commanded me, my king! Or you have changed your mind? By the way, I have done everything as you commanded! I got engaged, I asked my father to lie, I accepted his death, I looked his head, I answered your question! Just like you wanted! Could you stop being a spoiled boy and become a fucking king? The entire kingdom is tired of you"

He kept staring me terrified as everyone in the room. "COME ONE! DO I KILL? DOES SHE LIVE? GIVE AN ORDER, I WILL FOLLOW, BUT I PROMISE IF YOU HURT TYRION, BY THE OLD GODS I WILL FUCKING CUT HER THROAT!"

He put back his sword into his sheath. I took my dagger off her throat. Tyrion put his sword back too. Joffrey started to laugh "It was just a joke, my Lady Aunt. I would never hurt him. See, you got angry for nothing. See, guests, just a joke…"

Cersei looked at my face and she said "How dare you…"

"How dare you to foal a monster like this? The gods should have made you sterile!" With this last phrase, I followed my husband back to our room.

On the corridor, we both started to laugh "Did you see his face?" Tyrion questioned

"Yes, scared like a little puppy!"

"What a shit king he is, afraid of losing his mommy! And you were so brave, my sweet Sansa"

I knelt down to kiss him and said "You are the reason. You are everything" Then, his mouth found mine again.