Shae was there when Sansa had to get ready the next morning for the affairs of court.
"You were gone yesterday. Why was that?" Sansa said.
"In the chaos of the events of the wedding I was taken by Lady Stokeworth. It took me a while to help her with all her duties and make my leave milady." Shae said.
"Well, the next time Lady Stokeworth wishes to take you, tell her that you are needed her with me as you are my favorite handmaid. I need you for certain womanly needs." Sansa said, looking Shae right in the eye with a seductive gaze.
"I see you have considered my offer milady." Shae said.
"Yes. And now I desire to use you as other ladies use their handmaidens. If you can give me what I want you will be well treated. And well rewarded." Sansa said.
"Of course, Milady. But we have court. You are expected to be there." Shae said.
"It's quite the nuisance. But with my loyal handmaid to great me when I get back, I'm sure that my tension will just drift away." Sansa said, her eyes sparkling playfully.
Shae planted a few kisses on Sansa's long neck.
"I'll be pleased to relieve your tension milady." Shae said.
Sansa had to be careful when going to court not to let her utter joy show on her face. It would not do to show up a grieving daughter in law with a smile on her face. Thankfully, Sansa was well practiced in concealing her emotions.
"A trial must commence as soon as possible." Joffery said, as slouched over in the Iron Throne as possible without cutting his back. It was a terribly awkward position that Joffery had taken a fancy too. Margaery was sitting on the chair nearest to the throne, looking to Sansa like a goddess come to earth.
"Of course your grace. However as it is the culprit has yet to be identified. In fact no single suspect has been pinpointed. The investigation has to continue." Tyrion said.
"That makes sense. Still you must speed up the investigation. My grandfather's murderer must be apprehended at once. Not only was he a murderer but he was my Hand of the King. Who is to replace him now?" Joffery said, glaring off into the middle distance.
"Your grace, I'd hate to be presumptuous but I have served you, with some success, as your hand once before. I would be honored to do so again." Tyrion said.
"There will be no need for that. I've called for Keven Lannister, your great uncle. He served at Tywin's right hand for many a year. You'll have no better advisor that still walks on this earth." Cersei said. It was clear from her bloodshot and puffy eyes that Cersei had been crying and hadn't gotten much sleep. Still she looked as beautiful as ever. Sansa wasn't sure if she should be impressed, hate her, or want to fuck her, so she decided on all three at once.
"It will take Keven some time to travel. Might I suggest that I be acting Hand in that time." Tyrion said.
"You do not need to listen to him, Your grace." Cersei said.
"Shut up woman, I will listen to who I like." Joffery said, with an unreasonable degree of confidence and a somewhat more reasonable degree of annoyance.
"Yes, you will be allowed to serve as my Hand. Step out of line and I won't hesitate to punish you, though you are my kin. After that I will take both of your advice under consideration. Whoever impresses me more will earn the seat on a more regular basis, though as a wise king I am willing to take advice from all who would give me it." Joffery said, his gaze strayed over to Margaery. Sansa felt her body tense. Had he managed to consummate with Margaery yet? Quite possibly. That would explain why he was in a much better mood then she would have anticipated. It would also explain why he was being fairly rational, Margaery in his ear would do that.
"Thank you, your grace. I will work hard to earn your favor." Tyrion said.
"You'd better." Joffery said.
"Everyone who attended the wedding may be called onto testify. No one is leaving this city until my grandfathers murderer is found and tried. Anyone who attempts to leave will be thrown in the black cells until the conclusion of the trial. That is all." Joffery said.
Tyrion and Sansa walked out of court together.
"I have many duties to attend to today, as acting hand, as a member of House Lannister and as a son and brother. I will return to you as quickly as I am able to." Tyrion said.
"I understand completly. I will await you patiently." Sansa said. Tyrion gestured for her to bend down and he kissed her chastely on the cheek.
"Farewell Sansa." Tyrion said and walked away. Sansa returned to her room. She dismissed her other handmaidens at her door and returned to find Shae. She was looking pretty bored, but her face changed when she saw Sansa.
"Welcome back milady. Do you still want my services?" Shae asked, standing out of her chair.
"I came in alone. And I'm still breathing, so I think it's far to say I require your services." Sansa said. She was filled with desire. Margaery had awakened something in her and she seemed to be near constantly in a state of lust. Her sex-crazed husband bringing her to brothels hadn't done much to help matters.
"Good." Shae said and she dropped her dress. Sansa inhaled. Shae's body was as beautiful as she had anticipated.
"Could you help me take off my clothing." Sansa said.
"Of course milady, it would be my pleasure." Shae said, drawing close and kissing Sansa's neck as she undid her dress and stripped it from Sansa's body. Shae was soon planting kisses all over Sansa's body. Shae's mouth slowly found her way to Sansa's womanhood and Shae stimulated her with her tongue until Sansa reached ecstasy. Sansa drew Shae up from her knees and began kissing her fiercely.
"You are so lovely. The picture of womanhood." Sansa said.
"You are too kind my lady. However I am lowborn, nothing compared to your noble beauty." Shae said.
"Nonsense, there is plenty of beauty to be found among the lowborn, and ugliness among the high." Sansa said. She brought Shae over to her marriage bed and had her lay down with her.
"If you say so milady." Shae said.
"Did you enjoy it, pleasuring me?" Sansa said.
"Would you like it if I enjoyed it?" Shae said.
"Yes...I very much would." Sansa said.
"Then I'm glad that I did." Shae said, smiling.
"Would you like it if I gave the same pleasure to you?" Sansa said.
"If you want to I won't stop you." Shae said. Sansa began an imitation of Shae, kissing her in roughly the same spots as Shae had kissed her. Sansa had mostly bed with whores, Margaery excluded, and she had been trying her best to learn how to pleasure another woman from them. So Sansa had gone down on a woman more then once, but it nearly felt like the first time. She wanted to impress Shae.
So Sansa very much hoped that her moans and cries weren't just for her benefit.
Sansa wrapped her arms around Shae when she was finished. Her body felt so good pressed up against her.
"Do you need anything else, milady?" Shae said.
"I would like to lie with you all day. Sadly though, I have other things that need doing." Sansa said. She couldn't leave Tyrion to advance their agenda on his own. She had to support him as much as she was able and learning was vital for this. Sansa had reading to get too.
"That's alright, little wolf. I shall excuse myself for some time and allow you to do as you please." Shae said, unwrapping herself and getting out of bed. Sansa gave Shae's bottom a smack and watched as she got dressed. This all felt like a pleasant dream that Sansa didn't want to wake up from.
Shae left her for quite sometime. In fact, she was gone until the following morning. Sansa was far too wrapped up in her reading to notice. Tyrion returned that evening.
"The investigation is heading forward." Tyrion said wearily.
"Is everything proceeding as planned?" Sansa said, she had wiped away the tears she had shed but the evidence was still in her eyes.
"Exactly. They are picking up on all the right clues." Tyrion said.
"When will this be over?" Sansa said.
"A fortnight perhaps. Give or take a few days." Tyrion said.
"Alright." Sansa said taking a deep breath.
"How goes your reading?" Tyrion asked.
"It's awful. The things they did to these poor women...all because of their desires...who they loved." Sansa said.
"History is brutish, and power is unkind to those who don't fit into it's vison. It is awful." Tyrion said.
"It's like how people throw dwarf children down wells or send them to mummers troupes." Sansa said.
"Yes. People like us have an inglorious fate. Doomed to be unloved, hated and scorned. Unfortunately for those accepted by society, it seems we have managed to cultivate an alliance of the unloved." Tyrion said.
"They haven't a chance in the world." Sansa said with a smile.
"Not the faintest." Tyrion agreed.
They slept together peacefully that night.