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Tyrion drummed his fingers against the goblet in front of him and glanced down the table as he tried to not sigh. There was some wine in his cup but it was heavily watered and he was drinking it slowly, having no wish to become inebriated today. It was the morning of his wedding and as yet he had not laid eyes upon his bride. Despite the wedding taking place at Casterly Rock, they were following the custom of the Reach and Margaery was elsewhere breaking her fast with her mother, grandmother and cousins, whilst he was here with Mace Tyrell and his own family. This wedding breakfast was also were Tyrion received their wedding gifts. All quite different from my last wedding, he reflected sardonically. As Tyrion's love for Margaery had grown, he found he felt less harrowed by the thought of Tysha but also more guilty. He had been old enough to know that even despised, dwarf Lannisters could not marry low born girls and had plenty of experience of how cruel his father could be. Whore though she may have been, she did not deserve the fate that befell her. For years he has clung to the idea that his brief first marriage would be the closest he would ever come to knowing love. But now he had Margaery and he loved her completely, the way he felt about Tysha was not love, he could see that now. He had been caught up in imaginings of himself as a hero; a saviour, he'd loved the way she looked at him, been in love with the idea of being in love. It was no more than youthful foolishness but considering how things had ended he could not help but reproach himself. More so now that his life had taken such a sudden turn for the better.

Plates were removed from the tables and the presentation of gifts began. Tyrion was given his father's gift of a set of Valarian steel daggers. I can imagine what Lady Olenna would have said about your plans for these father. Then came a gift from Mace Tyrell. A case of arbour gold, of a very rare vintage. What perfect timing, just as I leave my days of heavy drinking behind. Jaime and Sansa's gift came next and all sarcastic musings were driven from Tyrion's mind as the heavy tombe was placed before him. From his place at Tyrion's left, Jaime smiled.

"'The Lives of Four Kings' I understand there are few copies in existence."

"Four."

- Tyrion spoke quickly :

"There are only four copies in existence." He ran his hand gently across the leather binding. It was a book he had wanted to own for some time. He had been thinking of obtaining a copy to gift Joffrey with as a wedding present but had found as his feelings for Margaery grew he had not been able to bring himself to.

"As rare as that? Perhaps it is not very good."

Jaime spoke in a light tone and Sansa swatted his arm playfully.

"Tyrion, Jaime knows exactly how rare the book is. He spent quite some time trying to obtain a copy and was almost insufferably smug when he did."

Jaime shot his wife a playful frown and she raised her eyebrows.

"Tyrion is my brother, Jaime, I am not about to deceive him."

"You, lady wife, are simply too honourable."

Tyrion watched their playful banter fondly. When the three had been together in King's Landing it had warmed his heart to witness his brother and Sansa and to see the deep affection between them. Now with they joy of a love of his own, he found his feelings of happiness for the pair running stronger than ever. Tyrion Lannister a hopeless romantic, who would have thought?

Following the breakfast Tyrion returned to his rooms to change into his formal clothes before the ceremony. His preparations complete he was sitting with Podrick, when there was a knock at the door and Sansa was admitted. She gave him a warm smile.

"Don't you look handsome, brother?"

"Ever the courteous lady, sweet sister. You however look glorious."

"Even with a belly as big as old king Robert's?"

Sansa's voice chimed with laughter. The sparkle she had acquired in the early days of her marriage had returned and more. Tyrion felt when he looked at her that happiness shone from her person. The gown she wore that day was of a deep red silk, overlaid with layer upon layer of gauzy gold material, a chocker of rubies was about her neck and her fiery red hair was held in braids, secured by a hairnet embellished with red and gold roses while masses of curls tumbled down her back. Despite her rounded stomach she was as poised and elegant as ever. She moved to sit beside Tyrion and grinned.

"You were right, Tyrion, you told me things would get better for both of us."

"Did I? When? Was I drunk?"

She laughed

"Probably. It does not change the fact you were right."

"Sansa, I am so glad to see you happy."

"And I you. Margaery spoke of you at length last night.I would never have thought to see her look the way she does when she talks about you. She loves you very much, Tyrion."

It was similar to what Loras had told him on his last night in the capital. Tyrion could not help but feel pride that he, of all men, should be the one to capture the heart of the elusive Rose of Highgarden.

"Tyrion"

-Sansa began in a more serious tone:

"Have you thought about the bedding?"

"I have thought of little else."

He noticed her hand moving towards his head and ducked just in time.

"You are so like your brother! I am referring to the ceremony, not…what comes after. I have not forgotten how you spared me of it when I wed Jaime, I thought it might be something you would also wish to forgo."

Tyrion grimaced, it was true that he hardly relished the prospect of being undressed by a collection of he and Margaery's female relatives. Far less the idea of bold, strong men with their hands on his bride. However, he had resigned himself to this necessary evil. He gave his good sister a crooked smile.

"I think on this occasion, there is no avoiding it. Happily our guests do not a include a maniac king. I must simply trust that you and your fellow ladies will be gentle with me, sweet sister; and that the lords present do not seek to end my life when the sight of my beautiful wife inflames them to jealousy."

Sansa smiled at his ironic tone but placed a hand on his shoulder and looked him in the eye.

"I meant it when I told you I was proud to call you my brother, I will not let anyone ridicule you. Although with Jaime's protectiveness or you and Tywin's protectiveness of the Lannister name I think anyone would be foolish to try. But Tyrion; remember many will be jealous of you. Not only are you marrying a beautiful woman, you're also marrying the heiress to the second richest family in the Seven Kingdoms. I am afraid you are likely to experience more hostility than even you have been used to in the past. An awareness of its motivations should make it easier to bear."

Tyrion looked at his good sister. During the course of his life he had grown used to mockery and derision and certainly never expected to be the object of envy. He reflected on the truth of what she had said and it made him feel considerably more comfortable about the scrutiny he knew he would be placed under during the day ahead.

"I always said you were far smarter than you let on."

"I'm starting to let on."

They smiled at each other then she rose to depart and kissed his cheek.

"I shall see you in the sept."

It was in the sept that he finally caught a glimpse of Margaery. He gazed at her as she walked towards him, her arm through her father's. Her gown was white with a train of golden roses, thorned branch patterns trailing across the skirt and bodice. Her hair was piled onto her head with coils of roses and thorns. All the while her eyes never left his and Tyrion made no effort to keep the smile from his face.

Margaery halted beside her groom, sure that the joyful expression he wore must be mirrored on her own countenance. The ceremony began and when the time came for him to cloak her, she knelt as her Tyrell maiden cloak was removed and replaced with a cloak of red and gold. It was the same one she had watched Jaime drape round Sansa's shoulders so many months before. Did I love you even then Tyrion? I rather think I did although I could not admit it even to myself.

It was not the first time Margaery had said these vows but it was the first time she had meant them. She looked deeply into Tyrion's eyes, hoping to convey of heartfelt her words were.

I am his and he is mine from this day to the end of my days.

Perhaps their sealing kiss lasted a little longer than would be deemed proper, but Margaery still found it too short. However, she recognised it was promise of things to come. As their lips parted and she stood, she looked down at her husband. Tyrion's face was alight with love and happiness. She gazed at his green eyes and the warmth that glowed in them, at the scar he was given in payment for his bravery and cleverness, at the tender smile she felt belonged to her and Margaery thought yet again that he was the only man she could ever truly love.

As they exited the sept, she looked about her. She saw Sansa, leaning against Jaime, his arms around his wife both of them grinning ridiculously. Tywin Lannister stood beside them and she could not read his expression at all. She turned her eyes to her own family. Her mother was in tears and her father was not far behind. Olenna's eyes were of course dry and her face was straight, however Margaery could see a smile fighting to appear on the Queen of Thorns' lips.

As soon as they were seated in the carriage which would take them back to the Rock, she threw her arms around Tyrion.

"Husband."

"Wife"

Their lips met in a prolonged and passionate kiss. Margaery broke away and glanced at him wickedly.

"Do you think we could forgo the feast and make our way straight to our bedchamber?"

"My wanton wife! We could certainly try, but I think it would be frowned upon. Besides which I am eager to show off my beautiful bride."

Margaery rested her head on his shoulder.

"I suppose I have waited this long, several more hours will not kill me. Particularly if we put the rest of our time in here to good use."

Tyrion grinned, a lustful gleam in his eyes, and no more was said until they arrived at Casterly Rock.

Seated at the centre of the feast table, Tyrion noticed that both his wife and his good sister were in far better spirits than either had been at the latter's wedding. Far from picking at her food, Sansa frequently entreated Jaime to fill her plate with various dishes, rolling her eyes and grinning at his teasing on the matter.

"You know, my love, I really find it remarkable that this child of ours should love lemon cakes so much."

"Why do you, Jaime? They take after their mother in this respect."

Sansa then placed a hand on her stomach as the babe moved.

"And judging by their fondness for lunging, they will have a love of sword fighting to rival their father."

Tyrion's heart warmed as he watched his brother's face soften at Sansa's words. He thanked the gods that finally, Jaime had a child he could call his own.

Sansa smiled at Margaery.

"Your necklace is beautiful, good sister, was it a wedding gift?"

"Yes it was, from my lord husband."

Margaery gave Tyrion a fond look and rested her hand on the heavy gold pendant. It was a golden lion with a single ruby eye, curled about a golden rose, centred with emeralds. She turned back to Sansa.

"I adore your hairnet, I presume it was a gift from your husband."

"It was! How did you know."

Margaery glanced at Jaime and smirked.

"Why the roses, I thought he'd find a way to crown you queen of love and beauty."

Sansa flushed as Lady Olenna spoke up.

"Do you plan to hold a tourney to celebrate the birth of the babe?"

Sansa's face lit up with a grin but then she quickly schooled her features and glanced at Jaime.

"We have not discussed it, my lady."

Her husband was clearly not fooled by her attempts to hide her delight at the idea and Jaime placed his arm around his wife and smiled.

"I think it an excellent suggestion. Sansa, I must insist that you give me the chance to be your champion and place a crown of roses upon your head."

"If Loras does not defeat you again, good brother."

Margaery cut in teasingly. Olenna threw Tywin a wry glance.

"What say you, Lord Tywin? A needless extravagance?"

"Justified in this case, my lady."

Tyrion watched Tywin look at Jaime, noticing some softness creeping into his father's gaze. He could truly forgive Jaime anything. Tyrion felt a familiar stab of resentment but it was less strong than it would have been in the past. He glanced at Margaery, his Margaery, stunning in her wedding gown, happiness evident in her every look and word, and he reflected that there were far better things in life than being Tywin Lannister's favourite son. On a more practical level, it also occurred to him that if Tywin could not sustain his ire against Jaime for his relationship with Cersei, his father's displeasure with his sister would only increase.

Olenna spoke again:

"You surprise me, Lord Tywin. From what I remember you were not so fond of tourneys during your last stint as Hand of the King."

Tywin's face was inscrutable.

"Times have changed."

"And we thank the Gods for it."

Tyrion had been following this exchange with interest, when his attention was diverted by Margery's hand on his thigh. His wife's eyes danced with mischief as she enquired in a innocent voice:

"Do you take an interest in tourneys, my lord husband?"

The expression on her face told him that Margaery enjoyed bestowing the title upon him as much as he enjoyed hearing it.

"I take an interest in watching my brother win."

"As do I, although, I must confess, they can be rather wearisome."

"You do not find all those handsome knights a diversion?"

If Tyrion was looking for a compliment, he was not to be disappointed. His bride made a face.

"I know such things excite many young ladies. I prefer other displays of prowess."

She leaned closer to him and murmured in his ear:

"For example, the day you met with my family, Cersei and Joffrey to negotiate payment for the wedding. You managed to mock the king, insult your sister and place my grandmother in a position where she had no option but to accept your terms. I was so affected by your performance that I had to retire directly to my chambers and take myself in hand."

Tyrion exhaled sharply and eyed her for a moment a smile coming to his lips.

"Have I told you I am madly in love with you?."

"Frequently. But it does not hurt to hear it again."

As the feast finished Margery's mother enquired whether the newly married couple would begin the dancing. Tyrion grinned lopsidedly.

"I fear not, my lady. Whilst I am able to dance, after a fashion, I certainly do not have the skill to do your beautiful daughter justice. I shall defer to my older brother on this occasion."

Margaery rolled her eyes.

"I am afraid this is something you have to get used to regarding Lannisters, mother. They only engage in activities where they are sure they will excel."

"You are quire right, lady wife." Replied her husband before adding in an undertone.

"Which is why I have determined to conserve my energies for later."

Margaery returned his smirk and inwardly hoped that later would come quickly.

Margaery and Jaime took to the floor and began to dance. He grinned at her.

"Enjoying your wedding, good sister?"

"It has been wonderful. I hope Sansa and yourself have not been put to too much trouble making the arrangements?"

"Not at all, I did very little in truth, and Sansa relished every minute of it."

Jaime's face became earnest.

"Margaery, I cannot tell you what it means to me to see my brother so happy."

The tone of his voice and the look in his eyes moved her.

"Jaime, once - on a far less happy evening- I told Tyrion that I could not believe he was such a good man when he came from such a family. He told me that he did not know what he would be without you. Since then, I have learnt far more about him and his past… Jaime, I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart. For Tyrion. For loving your brother as a brother should. Because, I love him more than anyone in the world and, if he had not had you… I don't know if there would be anything left of him by now."

She looked away then, she could feel tears pricking the backs of her eyes. Jaime said nothing but he gripped her slightly harder and when the music came to and end, he held her gaze and gave her a small nod and a sad smile. Margaery took a deep breath. She could see Tyrion and Sansa laughing together, but she decided it would be best to fully gain command of herself before approaching her husband. Across the room her grandmother was seated with several of her cousins and she made her way to them. Margaery was amused to note how the two girls used her appearance to depart, eagerly heading towards a pair of young Lannister knights. Olenna eyed them sardonically.

"It seems these golden lions are irresistible."

"Yes, perhaps you should approach Lord Tywin."

Said Margaery innocently. Her grandmother smirked.

"Enjoying your wedding?"

"Far more than my last one."

"I have no doubt the wedding night will also be a vast improvement."

Her grandmother raised her eyebrows. Margery sought to chance the subject, she remembered a conversation she had overheard at the feast.

"Grandmother, what did you mean when you spoke of Lord Tywin not enjoying tourneys?"

"Ah, well, I have no doubt that I spoke out of turn there. Happy as I am for you, child, you must appreciate it is somewhat galling how all of this has gone his way, someone needs to take him down a peg or to when they can."

Olenna took a sip of wine and continued:

"The Mad King held a tourney to celebrate his tenth year on the Iron Throne. Aerys was drunk and he humiliated Joanna Lannister in front of everyone. Tywin attempted to resign the handship the next day but the king would have none of it. Aerys always found sport in taunting Tywin and he always had an eye for Lady Joanna."

Margaery thought of her husband's dead mother with a pang. She could well sympathise with the experience of unwanted attention from a drunken, leering king. Thank the Gods Joffrey died before I became his bride. She shook herself back to the present, her eyes searched out Tyrion and she she felt a rush of love and affection course through her.

"Come grandmother, I have been away from my husband too long."

Olenna rolled her eyes but Margaery could see the same smiled fighting to appear on her lips as she had witnessed in the sept and her grandmother passed no comment as they made their way to Tyrion.

Despite maintaining his sober status without difficulty, Tyrion found the reception passed in something of a blur. Keen as he was to have his bride all to himself, it still felt rather too soon when calls began for the bedding. Margaery flashed him a wicked smile and was as poised as ever as she was lifted onto Jaime and Daven's shoulders and carried from the hall. Tyrion felt Sansa's hand on his own arm and quickly found himself at the centre of a bevy of his and Margaery's cousins. He was more or less lifted from his feet and soon felt his shoes come off. He also lost his doublet and breeches on the journey but before things went any further, Sansa fixed the other women present with a glacial stare and passed a comment about dignified conduct befitting of ladies. Tyrion had never felt more grateful to Catelyn Stark and her insistence that her daughter be educated by a septa, than he did in that moment.

His own journey to the bedchamber had been hurried and he arrived shortly before his bride. He was surprised to see her still fully dressed and completely unruffled; until he caught sight of Jaime's grim expression and felt a rush a gratitude towards his elder brother. Margaery hopped elegantly from the two Lannister's shoulders and turned to her escort with a comical half bow.

"Thank you for ensuring my husband and I arrived at our chambers safely. You may leave us now."

"Hardly a proper bedding. How are we to know you are truly married?"

Margaery shot a sugary smile in the direction the query had come from.

"We are Lannisters, dear boy, you will hear us roar."

Her statement was greeted with laughter and Jaime's grim expression lifted as he raised his eyebrows at Tyrion and grinned.

When the group had departed, Tyrion turned to his wife and let his eyes travel over her person.

"I did not expect you to arrive in our bedchamber in such an unruffled state, wife."

"Neither did I. It would seem that times have indeed changed and these days Jaime Lannister has no desire at all to see his sister out of her clothes."

He sniggered at her jape but was more preoccupied with drinking in the site of her. She too was staring at him and the tension between them was palpable. Margaery raised her eyebrows and spoke with mock concern.

"Touched as I am by my new brother's protectiveness, it does present me with something of a problem. When I commissioned this dress I had not envisaged having to remove it myself."

"Who said you would be removing it yourself?"

Margaery's breath caught in her throat at the gravely voice he used to ask. She moved towards the bed and sat down upon it, her gaze never leaving his. Tyrion passed her and climbed onto the bed behind her. He could already feel desire pulsing through him, he wanted to have her, to be hers and to make her his, completely and finally. But more than that, he wanted to love her, to give expression to the feelings that rose up within him when he was with her, when he thought of the two of them together. It was this deeper desire that allowed him to move with almost painstaking slowness. He positioned himself behind his bride on the bed and slowly removed the first of the golden roses from her hair. He gently lifted the chestnut curls it held and slowly ran them through his fingers as they tumbled down her back. He moved to the next clasp, his hand brushing over her ear and down her neck. When her hair was completely loose she shook it out and turned to him with a wide smile. She gathered her mane of hair over one shoulder and he set to work on the fastenings of her dress about her neck. When those were undone he kissed his way slowly and deliberately from one shoulder to the other. his lips on her neck and back, drawing gasps and sighs from her. His hands moved to her front and he shrugged the dress to her waist, running his fingers gently over her hardened nipples relishing the way she cried out and pressed her back into him. He moved her round to face him and kissed her on the lips fully and deeply. She pressed herself against him, biting his lips grasping at his hair and shoulders. Tyrion ran his hands down to his wife's waist, pushing her gown towards her hips. They broke from their kiss gasping, Margery's lips were swollen and her eyes were full of want. He motioned for her to lie and when she had he crouched down near her hips and pulled her dress off completely. He continued to run his hands across her waist, planting brief kisses on her thighs and atop her silken small clothes, he could feel her arousal through them and that set his pulse racing. She was moaning his name know, curling forward to grasp at his hair. He slid her underclothes down her legs and set his mouth to her cunt.

"Mmm oh yes! Tyrion yes! Oh I love you!"

Tyrion moved his mouth towards her bundle of nerves, placing his fingers inside her. He was entranced by his bride's desire and how competely he could feel it. As he drove her to a prolonged and intense climax, she gabbed at him and called his name so loudly he wondered if the newest lioness would indeed be heard by all their wedding guests.

Margaery rested her head back on the pillow, shut her eyes and took several shuddering breaths. When she was recovered enough to look up at Tyrion she saw he was gazing at her with a mixture of pride and lust and she loved the way he looked in that moment.

"I think you are somewhat over dressed for what will come next, husband."

His smirk matched her own and she raised herself onto her knees and unfastened his shirt, pulling it over his head. Soon they were both naked and she gave him a long look.

"Just as pleasing as I remembered."

She could see he did not doubt her words and she was glad of it. She pulled him into another lingering kiss and gently pushed him down onto the bed, she was now atop him, the tendrils of her hair falling across his chest and shoulders. She grasped his long hard cock in one hand and placed her other hand at her entrance then coated his member in her wetness, delighted by the effect this action had on Tyrion. She parted her legs and pushed him inside of her then began to move atop him, looking straight into his eyes.

They began to move slowly at first but soon with an intensity that spoke of their longing, Margaery leaned down towards Tyrion and his hands grabbed roughly at her breasts. She felt heated coiling in her belly for the second time that night and every thrust brought stronger waves of pleasure. She was all but chanting her husband's name revelling in the groans and growls that came from his own lips. At the point of completion their lips met in a long kiss.

Margaery slid off her husband and moved to his side, Tyrion was quick to grab her face and kiss her again, a sweet sated kiss this time. When they broke apart he gave her a warm contented smile.

"I love you, lady wife."

"I love you too, lord husband. Gods Tyrion that was amazing."

Margaery had not been unacquainted with the pleasures which could be gained from physical love, but in the face of the burning and consuming passion she felt when she and Tyrion made love her past experience seemed like chlld's play. Now Tyrion was looking at her in a deliciously wicked way, a smile playing on his lips.

"It was… a start."

Margaery smirked and brushed her hand along his leg, pleased to find his member already stiffening once more. He raised an eyebrow.

"I have a month of self denial to make up for, my love."

"We both do, darling, and this time you have no excuse to turn me from your bed, although I suspect you will be no less keen to keep me from my sleep."

"You shall have plenty of sleep, wife, in due course."

He pulled her to him and soon they were wrapped up in each other once more.