Tyrion's emotional needs, most of them anyway, were fulfilled by Sansa. His physical needs, however, were filled mostly by Shae. However, between his duties as Hand and Shae serving Sansa, he didn't have quite the time with her as he did in days prior. It left him feeling pent up and mildly frustrated.
Still, he just needed to focus. If this all went well, then he'd have time enough to bed with Shae, or really any whore who met his fancy. Tyrion wasn't upset with Sansa that she'd never love him romantically, that was a rarity among married couples, still, he had hoped privately things would be different for him. His Father managed it hadn't he? And he was a miserable cunt. So did old Ned Stark and, while considerably less of a cunt, he was no less miserable then Tywin. Both stoic, distant men with hard inscrutable faces, devoted to such ideas as legacy and honor.
Tyrion's thoughts turned to Tysha. That had been his first wife. A fraud marriage. Something cooked up by Jaime to help him cope with his loneliness. To make a man out of him. What it did was make him realize he'd never have a woman without paying for it first. A hard lesson, but necessary.
Sansa was a good girl. An excellent wife, at least when it came to the idea of a life long companion. Kind, smart, insightful, and shared many of his same passions. Many married couples fell prey to bitterness or apathy. They at least, would share a firm friendship so long as neither broke the other's trust. So what if they slept near fully clothed every night. So what if they could only find pleasure in between the legs of other women.
But there was a little demon in the back of his head whispering. Whispering that Bron and his Father were right. Whispering that he should take Sansa. That she was his by the laws of gods and men. He didn't like that voice, he tried to ignore it. Most days he wouldn't even hear it's voice. But Tyrion couldn't deny to himself that it was there.
He would ignore it though. In his experience, there was no demon that didn't drown in enough wine. Nothing that couldn't be exorcised after a few trips to the brothel.
Tyrion spent most of the morning going over what Tywin had done during his time as Hand. He'd have to decrease the tax on whores as soon as he could afford such. He doubted Joffery would care much whether or not the "morals of the city" were improved. There would be a lot more changes when they were in charge. But for now there would have to just be little bits and pieces altered here and there.
Bronn entered his office just as he finished signing a few documents.
"You've been awful scarce as of late." Tyrion said.
"Being a Knight is busy work." Bronn said.
"Your meant to be my knight Ser Bronn of the Blackwater. Let me guess, you've been doing some pen dipping of your own, the kind that is much more fun." Tyrion said.
"You've caught me." Bronn said.
"I'd ask who the lucky girl was, but I know she's several whores with fat purses." Tyrion said.
"Right again. Two in particular. One is nearly as good for conversation as you, the other has a fantastic arse." Bronn said.
"You've done well for yourself. I'd like to hear more about these two." Tyrion asked.
"Don't worry, I'll introduce you to them one day." Bronn said.
Sansa got herself a few more books. These, in particular, were about the magical arts of the First Men and the Children of the Forest. The ability to control and alter plants and animals. The ability to warg and receive green dreams. Sansa believed these things felt familiar. Hadn't she had such a fierce connection to Lady? Didn't it feel like she had lost a part of herself when Lady died? The dreams she had of late...hadn't they seemed prophetic? Tinted in green. Like she was seeing the future or things that were happening in a distant location.
Researching this felt like she was discovering a new part of herself. Much like when she discovered her attraction to women.
Sansa began reading those texts after they were delivered early that morning and took no breaks save for meals until shortly after lunch when she made love to Shae. After that, she just kept reading in bed.
"What are you reading so passionately about little wolf." Shae said as she rubbed Sansa's shoulders.
"Magic. The magic of the First men and Children of the Forest. The Children taught the First men thier magic after the First men converted to the old faith. Theirs not many spells and rituals written down from those days, and only a few books contain any of them." Sansa said.
"Hm. I did not know you were interested in such things Lady Sansa." Shae said.
"Is it a problem if I discuss such things? I know some followers of the Faith of the Seven are quite off-put by talk of the old magic." Sansa said.
"No. That is no problem little wolf. A sorceress for a mistress would not be so bad a thing." Shae said.
"A druid." Sansa said.
"Druid?" Shae repeated.
"They called their magic-wielding priests and priestesses druids. Those who used magic outside of the bounds of the faith were witches or warlocks." Sansa said.
"I see. I am sure you will make a magnificent druid." Shae said, kissing Sansa on the back of the neck.
Shortly thereafter Shae teased Sansa until they ended up making love once again. Then Shae left Sansa to her reading.
Tyrion came home late that night to see Sansa curled up naked in bed around a book. He made sure she was covered, kissed her on the top of the head and fell asleep in a chair.