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This chapter is for all of you who showed me their support the last days, especially in my hours of doubts

Special thanks to Susan, anon, Freelance Fanfictioner and Krima

This chapter has a slightly different style than the rest, I had to describe their journey, and cover two month, next will be old habit again

Revisited 09.05.2013

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Sansa leaned out the window of the carriage and marvelled the countryside of the Westerlands. This was her new homeland, the land she would rule with her husband. Their carriage had passed the Westermountains and she could see the Sunset Sea, the view was magnificence.

They had already been two month on their journey to Casterly Rock, following the Goldroad west to the sunset sea. Much to her joy the entire journey had been refreshingly peacefully. Sansa and Tyrion had used a carriage instead of riding, none of them liked to ride, it had been relative comfortable. The carriage wasn't as large as the one King Robert had used on his fateful visit at Winterfell, but it was still drawn by ten horses and the inside was equipped with silken pillows and a second cabin with a large bed for her and her husband. It had taken some time for Sansa to get used to the rocking of the carriage, caused by the lumpy road, but now, after nearly two months, she was used of it. The first days had been the worst, she had felt sick and her face had turned, at least according to Tyrion green, but she hadn't been the only one, Jeyne, Pod and even Tyrion hadn't been very well, and his face had been green too. To her luck their retinue had stopped every night and had built a camp, so they had been at least able to sleep without this rocking and Sansa had been thankful for a peaceful sleep.

They had travelled with a large party, all Lannister soldiers, except of five thousand Tyrion had left in King's Landing to secure the city. Tyrion was the Lord of Casterly Rock so he had to travel with a large party anyway, but they also would need the men for the invasion of the Iron Island. They also brought the corpse of Tywin Lannister back to the home of his ancestors, or better his bones. His flesh would have rot during the journey so the silent sisters had taken care of it and only his bones remained. Sansa wasn't sure what they actually did, but after she thought about it very carefully she had decided that she really didn't want to know. But it had caused her to think back to her father and his bones, she had asked herself where they might been, Winterfell had been sacked by Theon Greyjoy and so she didn't know what they had done with them. But he belonged to their ancestors in the crypts of Winterfell that was for sure. Sansa hoped he would find his rest beside their family, it had been then she had realized she would never rest in the crypts of Winterfell, she was a Lannister now and Lannister lie in the Hall of Heroes.

Ser Kevan Lannister had travelled with them for the short first part of their journey, accompanying his brother as long as he could. Sansa wasn't able to understand how they had been brothers, they had been so different. She remembered Lord Tywin before his death, a cruel man hating his own son, Ser Kevan on the other hand was very quiet and friendly and treated Tyrion with a great amount of respect. He was friendly to her all time, but also impersonal, most likely because of his son Willem, who had been murdered in her brother's captivity. He had mourned for him and had seen in Sansa the kin of his murder. Sansa didn't mind, she could understand the man and hoped his attitude would change one day, she had had the same attitude towards Lannisters once. Ser Kevan had left their retinue to aid his son Lancel; he had married a widow in the Riverlands to become Lord of Darry, a castle at the Kingsroad. Sansa had seen the freshly appointed Lord only briefly in King's Landing before he had left. Ser, no, Lord Lancel hadn't fully recovered from the wounds he had taken during the battle of King's Landing, he had looked weak and sick. Sansa didn't really like him, he had just stood beside when Joffrey had ordered her beating and she couldn't forgive him for that. He had been supposed to be a knight, protecting the weak not letting them suffer, she pitied him because of his wounds but nothing more.

Sansa and Tyrion had spent the majority of their days in the carriage, it had been the upside of the long journey that they could spent so much time together. Back in King's Landing he had always been occupied with his duties as Hand, like ruling the Kingdoms and they had had only time for each other in the evenings. But now they spent nearly every minute of the day in each other's company. They had only been separated when Tyrion had been able to bring himself to mount a horse and rode up and down the retinue. He had spoken with the Lords who accompanied them; it was his duty to know his men and common sense to know what they had in mind. Tyrion had wanted to know their sorrows and judge their characters. He was the new Lord and needed to earn the respect of his men too. Listen to them and talking to them had been a good way to accomplish that, the Lords felt respected. Sansa was sure it would help Tyrion and even if his style was different to his father's, Littlefinger's half dead body, he was lodged in an open cage at the end of their retinue, ensured everybody that Tyrion wasn't weak. The soldiers started to like him too, he may was a dwarf, a person the most men in Westeros looked down at but his wit and the free wine he had bought for them had made him very popular.

During the time Tyrion had attended to his men Sansa had done her part as Lady of the Westerlands and had met the Ladies who accompanied their husbands to the war, there had been not many, but a few important like Lady Falwell. Sansa had already found a friend in Lyda Myatt back in King's Landing, but now she had met more and more highborn Ladies who wanted to be her friend, no matter how many years they were her senior. Sansa had been trained for that, she had been in her element, she had sow with them, or had invited them to a cup of wine in the carriage, The Ladies had appreciated it, had they to travel on chariots or on horses, not as comfortable as Sansa did. But she was careful who she called friend, the majority of them wanted her favour so their husbands could rise higher in Tyrion's favour. Something Septa Mordane hadn't trained her for, sycophants. She knew Lyda was one of them too, but not anymore, she really became a friend. Sometimes she had just spent her time only with Jeyne and Lyda, the young woman knew the gossip of every Lady in the Westerlands, it had been a vulgar but sometimes welcome pleasure for Sansa to hear all the dirty little secrets of such noble Ladies. She normally didn't interest herself with gossip but it had been a nice distraction, in small measures of course.

But the time with Tyrion had been the best, they had played Cyvasse, even if it had been hard to focus because of the rocking, the pieces had tend to fall of the board and sometimes Tyrion had tried to use this for his advantage, or when he had suddenly kissed her without any reason she had had to look if he had moved some pieces. It hadn't been a spirit of mischief, just a lovely bit of teasing, and she had always paid him back. They had also read his books, Tyrion had brought a gigantic library with them from Kings Landing, and he had introduced her to his favourite books. In that case they had lay on the pillows in the carriage, curled up in themselves and had read the 'book of the day'. He had told her about his fascination of dragons and how he had tended to dream of them. Sansa wasn't sure how to think about it, the dragons were dead, all of them. But she could understand why a boy like Tyrion had wished to have a dragon, she had never thought about wishing to have a dragon in King's Landing, maybe she should have.

Sansa enjoyed Tyrion company more than anybody else's, they had also experienced their marriage life further, Sansa had just learned about the pleasure she could gain out of it and hadn't wanted to put it aside. But they had had to restrict themselves with more than kissing, at least in the front cabin. Tyrions squire Pod and Jeyne had always been present and it had made them uncomfortable to watch them. Sansa had dragged Tyrion then into the back cabin and had let them wait outside, so she and Tyrion would be in private. But after the first night she had seen their faces and had had to suspect that they heard them and she had told Tyrion they had to be quiet. This hadn't stopped him to go further, Sansa had always imagined husband and wife spend only the nights together in that way, not the days but Tyrion had showed her she had been wrong, the rocking wasn't helpful but soon she hadn't mind any more, it actually aid them.

During the second day Sansa had tried to figure out what was in the packet Tyrion had hid from her, she had wanted to know what was in it, her curiosity had overwhelmed her. She had straddled his lap and distracted him with a long kiss and had tried to reach for the packed, without success. Tyrion who must have suspected her plan had turned her on her back and continued kissing her, caressing her, but in this position she hadn't been able to reach the packet any longer. It had been frustrating, she still wanted to know, but he hid it, during her second try she had noticed it hadn't been there any longer. All her tries to get Tyrion to tell her had failed, even her stern gaze hadn't been able to make him talk.

But this all had been forgotten when her Nameday had arrived. Although she had considered herself thirteen before, it had been official then. It had been at the fourth day of their journey and Sansa had realized she had been married to Tyrion only three weeks, not longer. She had felt happy, they had been troubled weeks but also good once and she had never imagined celebrating a happy Nameday only four weeks ago.

Tyrion had surprised her in the morning with a sumptuous breakfast in their bed and his present, a golden ring with a silver wolf and a lion on it, the eyes of the wolf were made out of diamonds and the lions eyes were rubies. He had also promised her an even bigger present when they would arrive at Casterly Rock. It didn't matter, Sansa loved the ring, it was like a metal made symbol of their union, Wolf and Lion. They hadn't left the cabin after that, spending some alone time until noon.

The rest of the ride at this day had been quiet; the downside had been that it gave her time to think about her family. She had missed them even more at this day, she had spent her last Nameday with her family and had been anxious to meet them again, at least the one who were still alive. She had mourned for her father, Bran, Rickon and Arya. She wanted to meet her mother again, wanted to hug her and that they would be a family again. She still didn't know for sure if she and Robb were already at the Rock. She never thought much about the possibility that Tyrion's plan could have failed, but there had been no ravens from Ser Bronn and they wouldn't get any during their journey.

After they had built a camp that evening there had been a great feast for her. Tyrion somehow had managed to prepare tables and chairs for all Lords and Ladies in their retinue together with a fife curse meal. The soldiers had lit a great fire and had placed the tables around it. Tyrion had seated her at the seat of honour and had seated himself besides her. All the Lords and Ladies had come to her, wishing her the best and had endowed her with their gifts. She found it great, she had always wanted something like that, they respected her, no, they loved her. She didn't know why exactly they did so, but for some reason they did. At this evening she had danced with Jeyne around the fire, Tyrion hadn't been comfortable to dance and so she had done with Jeyne, to the disappointment of all the squires in the retinue. Many of them had had their eyes on Jeyne, she was a beautiful young woman and nobody knew of her time in Littlefinger's captivity, many young squires had come that evening and had wanted to dance with her, but she hadn't wanted to dance with them.

Jeyne had been a constant source of worries for Sansa during their journey. She was to quiet, she shrank into herself, yes, she was introverted. Sansa didn't know what exactly had happened to her, the only thing Jeyne had told her had been that she had been in a brothel and had been trained as a whore. Sansa had tried to be a good friend, like she had been for Margaery. She had tried to calm her down, not pushing her to tell her story. But Sansa knew Jeyne had to talk to someone or she would never be better. Jeyne was easily scared, like a deer and had sat most of the time aside, starring at her feet. Sansa had noticed that she couldn't stand the company of men any more, at least not alone, that was why she hadn't wanted to dance with them at her Nameday, she was afraid to be touched, she flinched and searched corners to hide or hid behind Sansa. Sansa pitied her friend, she remembered how she had been during her fear of Joffrey but it had never been so bad, whatever Jeyne had been through it must have been awful. The only man she could stand was Podrick Payne, Tyrion's squire, maybe because he was more a boy than a man. The odd boy was similar to her in many aspects; he was shy and looked at his feet when he talked.

When Sansa had played Cyvasse with Tyrion Jeyne and Pod had always sat on the side in the carriage, starring at their feet in silence. But at rare occasions Sansa had been able to observe how Pod gave Jeyne a shy quick glance, never more than a second before his head had snapped back down and he started to blush slightly. Sansa has tried to bring them to talk to each other, without success, Tyrion had tried the same but Pod was to shy and Jeyne still feared Tyrion. Sansa had told her nearly every day she wouldn't have to fear Tyrion but the fear in her eyes had never ceased.

During their travel through the Westermountains their retinue had had to stop, because of a blockade a few miles ahead of them. To their luck it had been a wonderful autumn day and Sansa had decided they wouldn't wait in the carriage but go outside in the sun. They had found a meadow near the road and had settled on a blanked with some wine and food, a small homely picnic. Sansa and Tyrion had started to play a game of Cyvasse, lying on the blanked and enjoying that the pieces hadn't fell from the board when she had observed it.

Jeyne had stood nearby at a tree when Pod had approached to her; he just had stood near her, gazing at his feet. After a moment of awkward silence he had produced a bouquet of wild flowers from behind his back, he must have plucked them at the meadow. He had hold it in front of her, deeply blushing; his face matched the colour of his clothes. Jeyne had looked at her feet too, but after a short period of hesitation she had taken them and had murmured thanks to the boy. Pod, who had blushed even more, had nodded and left her at a hurried pace, he had looked a bit embarrassed. Jeyne had smelled on the flowers, burring her nose in them and had given the fleeing boy a small smile before she had continued to stare into the distance.

"Wonderful, now I have to find a new squire" Tyrion had told her with a faked expression of seriousness. Sansa, who had observed the scene with great interests, had turned to him with questioning look.

"What do you mean, this was really sweet." She couldn't believe Tyrion thought about holding it against Pod.

"I meant after this example of bravery I have to knight Pod" He had told her with a soft grin. "Ser Pod, the knight who stares at his feet. May his enemies will always be shorter than him" Sansa had exhaled a small laugh at this, he had been right, Pod had only stared at his feet, like Jeyne, it would be a miracle if they would look in each other's eyes any time soon.

"Jeyne always wanted to marry a knight; maybe you would help them, play the matchmaker?" Both had started smiling at her comment.

Sansa had leaned over the Cyvasse board and had given him a kiss, this kind of intimacies she liked best, they were so sweet, it was like she always pictured her marriage when she had been a child. And even if she only was thirteen in her eyes she wasn't a child any more, not since Joffrey.

When she had leaned back she saw somebody who caused a sourer expression on her face. It had been this man-woman, Brienne of Tarth. Sansa didn't like her, she still didn't forgive her for the accusations against Tyrion and in hindsight she regretted to let her travel with them at all. She had stood aside the meadow and had observed Sansa and her husband like an eagle, most likely waiting for evidence that Tyrion would force her to stay with him. It had been annoying, Sansa had already forbade her to approach her but maybe she had to order her men to keep her out of sight. The woman had claimed only her mother would be able to order her to leave and so Sansa hoped her mother would, after they arrived at the Rock.

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Finally they arrived at Casterly Rock, Sansa was anxious, after two month on the road she could see the stronghold of Tyrion's ancestors and it didn't disappoint her. The Rock was gigantic, a single mountain at the coast of Westeros and to his feet the city Lannisport. Sansa marvelled the construction of the castle when they approached it. Now everything would become even better, only a short period and she would see her mother again, it made her anxiously, only the gates to pass and her world would be whole again.

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At the Wall

Loras Tyrell hated it, he had had to spend two month on a ship and a horse to arrive at this godsforsaken place, and he hated the black, the snow and the white. 'The great Wall', a gigantic cliff made out of ice and a bunch of thieves as his new brothers. To his dread he had had to notice that Stannis and his men were at the wall when he arrived at Castle Black. He had immediately wanted to kill the man on spot, he most likely was responsible for Renly's death, Brienne of Tarth had been most likely only his pawn, he deserved the death, but not now. If Joffrey and his fate here had taught him one thing, than it had been patience, he would wait for the right moment and would kill this kinslayer.

After he took the oath his new Lordcommander came to him, Jon Snow, Ned Stark's bastard. He had been a member of the Kingsguard; his former Lordcommander was Jaime Lannister one of the greatest swordsman alive and now he had to obey this boy. The boy laid his hand on his shoulders and asked him in a serious tone.

"Did you see my sister, back in Kings Landing? How is she?"

This was what he wanted to ask?

"She is fine; she is married to the Imp." The boy had an expression on his face Loras couldn't read properly, a mixture of concern and hate. Knowing his feelings for his own sisters, Loras knew what to do.

"She is fine, she loves him, you know?"

"The Imp, it didn't sound like her."

"Maybe she changed, or you just don't know her as well as you thought, or the Imp" Loras put his hand on the boys shoulder. "She is fine, really and as far as I could see, happy."

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