12th Month of 299 A.C. King's Landing
Lady Sansa Lannister
The battle of the Blackwater had been a fierce thing, Sansa had been able to see and hear the fighting from where she had been in the Maidenvault, and later in her chambers in Maegor's. She had been terrified, that something bad would happen and that Tybolt would die, or that Stannis Baratheon or his men would come and rape her and then kill her for her uselessness in bringing Robb to their cause. The hound had come calling as well, drunk and wreaking of battle saying that if she wanted he would take her away, far away from King's Landing and the Lannisters and that she could sing for him. Sansa had been plainly terrified of him and had only sung him a song to get him away from her, later she had told Tybolt about it, and her husband had told her father who had promptly had Sandor Clegane found and hanged for desertion. Her husband had been knighted following the battle of the Blackwater and he had looked as splendid as he was saying his vows Sansa had felt very lucky to be married to him. Of course, now there were other concerns plaguing her mind.
"Thank you very much for asking me to see you my ladies." Sansa said to Lady Olenna and Margaery Tyrell, who had asked her to see them. After their first meeting where she had told them all about Joffrey she had been worried they would cancel the wedding and yet they had not.
"Oh it's no problem whatsoever Sansa darling." Margaery said. "We adore your company, and thought you might wish to spend some time with us, away from the Queen and all those little nitwits she keeps as company."
Sansa gasped at that and the Queen of Thorns spoke then. "Now, now Margaery what have I said? Keep your tone polite when speaking here, even here there are eyes and ears everywhere. Though if what I have heard is true, half of them now belong to Lucion Lannister."
Margaery giggled slightly and said. "Ah forgive me grandmother. But yes you are correct. Also Sansa, we just wished to say how very sorry we are for the loss of your brother and mother. What was done at the Twins was a horrible thing."
Sansa was silent for a moment not sure how to react and then she said. "My brother was a traitor the crown and to the realm. Death was what he deserved."
"If that is what Cersei Lannister wishes you to believe then the woman is even more far gone than I had thought. Regardless of what the boy was, Robb Stark was still your brother Sansa. You are allowed to grieve him." Margaery said.
At that Sansa began to cry, and as Margaery comforted her, Olenna spoke in hushed tones. "It is a shame that you are already wed my lady Sansa. I do believe my grandson Willas would have liked you, and you him. But alas, it was not meant to be. Now tell me Sansa, are you enjoying being wed to Ser Tybolt Lannister?"
Sansa wiped her tears away and looked at the Queen of Thorns for a moment taken aback by the question and then replied. "Yes my lady I am. Tybolt is a good man, kind and smart. He is good to me. Far better than Joffrey ever was, he is genuine with his words and never snarls or berates me for things that are not there to be berated for."
Lady Olenna nodded and then asked. "And what of Lord Lucion? What is that man like?"
Once more Sansa was surprised by that question but answered it as truthfully as she could. "Lord Lucion is also a good man. Smart and kind. He is a true knight. Brave as he is bold, and a man anyone could depend upon."
Lady Olenna snorted then and said. "Aye, I once knew a knight who was like that as well. A Targaryen he was, we were to be wed but I did all I could to make sure that marriage never happened. Alas, you do not wish to listen to the mutterings of an old woman I am sure. Margaery be a dear and see Sansa back to her escort."
Sansa and Margaery walked in silence back to Ser Osmund Kettleblack, of the Kingsguard, who was her guard for the day as a member of the royal family. Once she was back within his presence she made to go towards the godswood but was intercepted by Lord Baelish. She had rarely spoken to the man apart from once or twice when her father had still been alive, and even then the man had scared her. He greeted her with a smile. "Lady Sansa, ah such a pleasant surprise seeing you here. I had thought you would be with the Queen?"
Sansa chose her words carefully here. "I was speaking with Lady Margaery about some things and now I am going to return to my room. Why ever do you ask Lord Baelish?"
Baelish smiled at her and then nodded to Ser Osmund who left, once he was gone, Petyr whispered to her. "Be careful of the Tyrells my dear. They are asking you all sorts of questions now, trying to be your friends, but when it comes down to it they will not hesitate to throw you under the rocks. And with your brother dead, Lucion Lannister will wish to see you birth an heir to the north and then he will remove you. I will be going to the Vale soon, your aunt Lysa has said she is more than willing to take you in and protect you from these people if you so wish."
Sansa was completely taken aback by this, and she said so. "I do not know why you are saying such things to me Lord Baelish. Lord Lucion and his son, my husband has been nothing but kind to me. Lady Margaery has also been nothing but kind to me. I do not wish to go to the Vale to a aunt I have never seen before."
Lord Baelish sighs then and grabs her by the arm startling her. "Sansa, I am disappointed. I would have thought a daughter of Eddard Stark would have learnt to be more distrusting of those who seem so keen in her now that she is wed to a Lannister, and of the Lannisters themselves. But then again, you were the one who gave away your father's plans to the queen."
Sansa is stunned by this and does not know what to say. Thankfully, Tyrion comes in then and seeing Sansa looking as if she is about to cry asks. "Lord Baelish, may I ask what it is exactly you are doing with my goodniece?"
Almost as if on cue, Lord Baelish releases her and says. "Nothing my lord of Lannister, nothing at all." He nods and walks away.
Once he is gone, Tyrion waddles over and asks her. "Are you alright my lady?"
Sansa shakes her head and says. "He tried to force me to come with him to the Vale. He, he…"
Tyrion silences her then with a nod. "I can imagine what the man said. When Lucion and Tybolt come back from dealing with the bandits, you can tell them all about it. I promise you sweetling, Petyr Baelish shall not be leaving for the Vale."
