A/N Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones. This is purely a fiction exercise. Also because English is not my native language you may have to excuse some mistakes I may write. That being said I hope you enjoy it. :)

Rosemary was trying her wedding dress and Margaery and Sansa were with her.

"I think it's gorgeous." Margaery smiled. "I'm almost jealous of you, dear sister."

Rosemary laughed. "Jealous? You'll be marrying the king!"

"Yes, who is nine years old... At least tomorrow at this hour you'll be in bed with your adult husband." Margaery chuckled.

Sansa giggled shyly.

"Oh, enough you two. I'm already nervous as it is." Rosemary started to take off the wedding dress.

"Why nervous? Lord Tyrion clearly loves you... And you love him back..." Margaery smiled.

"Why do you think?" Rosemary rolled her eyes.

"I hear he's slightly perverted..." Sansa said blushing.

Margaery laughed but Rosemary didn't. "Why are you laughing? This is not funny. What if he doesn't like me in bed? Sansa is right. He's used to all those whores... I won't know what to do..."

Margaery hugged her sister. "Relax, Rosemary. He knows all that. And he'll know what to do."

"What if he doesn't want to touch me? Like the other day?"

"Once he's alone in bed with you, he will touch you, believe me." Margaery smiled. "You have to relax. You're supposed to enjoy it too, you know? You said so yourself the other day, when he kissed you, that you'd like to lie down with him right there..."

"I did..." She sighed deeply. "I just don't want to disappoint him... Or do anything wrong..."

Sansa looked sympathetically at Rosemary and thought she would have the exact same fears if and when she experienced her wedding night. She pictured herself with Willas but feeling ashamed of herself she recalled her talk with Tyrion that afternoon instead. She told him that she would definitely be happy by Willas side. Which was true. She realized now that her infatuation for Loras was simply that, a stupid girl's crush. Willas was completely different. She didn't just find him handsome like she did with Loras. With Willas she could actually talk to him, and he seemed to enjoy her company too. He was the perfect knight she dreamed of. His crippled leg didn't matter at all and finally she was able to understand Rosemary's love for the Tyrion, the dwarf. Looks didn't matter.

"Sansa?" Rosemary's voice woke her up from her thoughts.

"Yes?"

"Are you really marrying Podrick Payne?" Rosemary asked.

Sansa shrugged. "I... don't know."

"Do you want to?" Margaery asked.

Sansa shook her head shyly.

Rosemary looked at her sister briefly and then back at Sansa. "Do you wanna go back to Winterfell?"

Sansa shrugged again. Winterfell meant nothing if no one of her family or even anyone she knew was there. They had all been killed. Her family, the servants, their Maester, Septa Mordane, even her friend Jeyne Poole was missing and probably dead... "Not really. I have no one there. It would only bring bad memories..."

"If I ask you something will you reply honestly?" Margaery asked.

Sansa nodded.

"What do you think of our brother Willas?"

Sansa blushed. "He's very kind and polite."

Rosemary smiled. "He is. You two have spent some time together and he's become quite fond of you..." Sansa blushed even more and Rosemary continued. "Well, he's single and not betrothed to anyone. I know that now he longs for someone to be with him. The books, the horses, the hawks are not enough anymore. I think it hit him after Garlan's wedding with Leonette. He wants someone to be by his side, someone who can share his likes and passions, someone he can talk to, not just someone who can provide him an heir and a good allegiance."

Margaery nodded at her sister's words. "That is true. But of course, he won't do anything because he thinks you are supposed to marry Podrick Payne. That's what Father told him."

Sansa didn't know what to say. Did Willas really like her? And wanted to be with her? Eventually she told them what she had discussed with Tyrion and how he said he would help her.

"Really?" Rosemary smiled. "And you all wonder why I love Tyrion... That would be great. You would love Highgarden. And my brother, he'll be a good husband, believe me. He likes you very much."

Sansa smiled. "I like him too."

Margaery and Rosemary grinned happily. "Good. I suppose that after the weddings here, when Grandmother, Willas and Garlan return to Highgarden you could go with them. I think mother will stay here with Father. You could visit the place, see if you like it there... You don't have to rush into the wedding. I'm sure Willas will be willing to wait till you are ready."

Sansa tried no to sound to enthusiastic but she failed. "That sounds wonderful. Thank you both for your support and friendship." Sansa hugged Rosemary and Margaery.

Meanwhile, Tyrion was in his chambers. He had several things to handle under his Regency but he couldn't think about any of them. All he had on his mind was Rosemary. For a moment he wished he could have Jaime to talk to but since Tyrion put him out of the Small Council and out of his position as Lord Commander of the Kingsguard he had not heard of Jaime. Varys told him that Jaime had left King's Landing through the Lion Gate. He wondered where Jaime went.

"Pour me some more wine." Tyrion asked Podrick.

Podrick obliged.

"Do you know where Bronn is?" Tyrion asked.

"No, my Lord, but I can go and try to find him..."

"No, never mind. He's probably snuggling up to some whore. Let him be. Let him enjoy it while he's not married to Lollys..." Tyrion chuckled sadly. "Anyway, Podrick, speaking of marriages, I'm afraid you won't be wedding Sansa Stark..."

Podrick had a stupid look on his face. "My Lord?"

"I'm sorry. I promise I'll find you some other nice girl... You're still very young. Well, at least you are safe from the burden of living in freezing cold Winterfell." Tyrion laughed loudly.

Pod nodded as he bowed his head.

Tyrion sighed. "I need to stop drinking otherwise I'll end up kidnapping Rosemary on the eve of our marriage. And we all know how kidnapping ends. See Rhaegar and Lyanna... I don't want to start a second Robert's Rebellion." He closed his eyes for a second. "Pod?"

"Yes, my Lord?"

"When I was almost dead after battle and Rosemary was next to me, tending my wounds... Did she speak? Say anything?"

"Speak?"

"Yes. Speak. Or was she silent all the time?"

"Well, sometimes she used to sing for you..."

"Sing?" Tyrion asked surprised.

"Yes. She has a beautiful singing voice. She sang beautiful songs, most I didn't even know..."

"Of course she did..." Tyrion smiled sweetly, still with eyes close and he tried to picture Rosemary singing to him.

"She also prayed while she was with you..." Podrick added.

"What else?"

"Sometimes she just spoke like she was talking to herself and other times she spoke directly to you, as if you were listening."

"What did she say?" Tyrion asked curiously.

"I only remember vaguely, but mostly it was about you getting better. That you'd have to get better, you had so much to do, that she was waiting for you... She also wondered why you were put in those old chambers, why no one was taking care of you, why nobody cared. I remember one time when she got angry exactly because of that, she said it was a crime of your family not to care about you."

Tyrion sighed again. "I'm marrying that woman tomorrow, Pod. That woman has showed me more affection and love in a few weeks than my entire family has during my whole life. Do you think I'm happy to give all this power to Mace Tyrell? Not really. He's Hand of the King now, his lord friends are sitting in the Small Council, his daughter Margaery is marrying the King, Ser Loras is Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, and now I'm even giving them Sansa and Winterfell to marry Willas... Do you know why?"

Pod shook his head shyly.

"Because I'd give anything and anyone to be with Rosemary. I'd give the Iron Throne and the entire Seven Kingdoms, if they were mine to give, just to be with her, just to have her by my side. So, yeah, giving the Tyrells all the power is a small price to pay. Besides I still have Casterly Rock. I still hope that one day I can live there happily with her. Perhaps when Tommen is of age and becomes the King we all need him to be..."

Podrick tried to disguise a tear falling from his eye.

Tyrion finished his wine. "All right, enough of my gibberish. You can leave now. No more wine for me, I'll just try to sleep and be ready for tomorrow. Be the husband that Rosemary deserves to have. I don't know if I'll ever be that but I'll try. Gods know I do try."

A/N I'm completely torn between keeping this T rated or going M... Well, probably still not for the next chapter, anyway...