Sansa dreamed. A dream tinged in green. She was in the woods back north. She wasn't sure how she knew it was back north, only that it was. She walked the woods in white robes tied with a green sash. She felt at peace here. This was the domain in which she lived. Home. Not only that but it was it's own world. Apart of her as much as she was apart of it.
She was in tune with this places natural harmony. And she had tapped into it. Become apart of it. She could direct the woods to do as she liked in order to protect itself. She knew a thousand spells and rites and songs and poems, one blead into the other. All of which were magic, all of which were important to their people, their faith, the pact.
She didn't know where she was walking through. Not consciously anyway, but she felt drawn to walk nonetheless. Towards the center of the wood, it's heart. In the middle was a Weirwood with it's face. The Gods making their presence known. They existed all over, but they manifested most clearly through the Weirwoods, especially Heart Trees. All the most sacred and important groves and temples of the faith had them. Weirwoods with faces carved into them.
Sansa felt the power resonating from the heart tree, and trembled. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. A sense of awe far surpassing anything she'd experience. A kind of religious ecstasy.
Sansa woke in her bed, tangled in her covers, naked with a book near here. She closed it carefully and looked around. Tyrion was sleeping on a chair. Sansa felt bad. He had done that for her benefit, she knew. She should be careful not to fall asleep naked. It would make things more uncomfortable for Tyrion. Best to always make sure to sleep with clothes on, so he would not have to sleep somewhere else other then the bed.
Sansa dressed herself in a gown, then went back to sleep. This time she had no dreams. Or at least none she could recall.
That morning she prayed in the Godswood.
The next few days went in a steady routine. Tyrion left early to attend to his affairs as Acting Hand. Sansa woke from her dreams, prayed in the godswood, read and usually fuck Shae. Then Tyrion would come home for dinner and they would eat before playing a couple games of Cyvasse. Tyrion's reports on his duties were usually quite brief, and focused mostly on how things were going with the investigation. Tyrion assured her that all was well, however a part of Sansa thought that Tyrion very well might say that regardless of how well things were going. However, her brief appearances at court, did seem to indicate that nothing was amiss. Joffery certainly didn't seem to mistrust Tyrion, which considering their rocky realtionship before, seemed a miracle.
Sansa was caught up in the heady elixir of excitement. Her strange dreams, the books she was reading, the intrigue, her sexual realtionship with Shae and occasional visits to Chatya's brothel. She felt powerful in a way she hadn't before. And the safest she'd felt since she was last in Winterfell.
Still, she wanted Margaery. Shae was fun in bed and a good companion, but a poor substitute for Margaery's conversation. Neither her handmaid nor her whores had the same connection with Sansa as she had with Margaery. Tyrion was good for conversation, but Sansa wasn't attracted to him. Sansa did still harbor some feelings for men, but not Tyrion. At least not in any romantic or sexual sense. She thought of him a bit as she thought of Robb, protective and good to her. Though Sansa couldn't imagine going to a brothel with Robb.
It was a normal day and Sansa went about her normal routine. Shae had been missing since yesterday afternoon. However Sansa was not too worried, she often was gone for long stretches of time. Sansa was laboring under the suspicion that Shae had another lover she was taking time to visit. She didn't mind. As long as she did come back. Shae was a lot more interesting than her other handmaids.
There was a knock at the door. Considering the time, it was likely either Tyrion or Shae. Still, she made sure to put her books away, and walked to the door to open it herself.
It was the Hound.
"Come Little Bird. Your imp of a husband requires you." The Hound said.
"And he sent you?" Sansa asked.
"More like I was the least important bastard in the room. And Joff doesn't trust that upjumped sellsword who the Imp pays to smile and cut throats. " The Hound said.
"Joffery will be there?" Sansa said. She felt dread snake it's way down her stomach. This didn't feel right.
"Don't worry. Your pretty flower is there and she has him on a tight leash. Come with me." The Hound said.
Sansa was brought to the throne room. Standing right before the Iron Throne was Oberyn Martell. Tyrion stood to Joffery's right side, Margaery to his left.
"You have been accused of crimes against the throne and House Lannister. The murder of my uncle Tywin Lannister. What have you to say for yourself?" Joffery said.
"What basis do you have for these accusations?" Oberyn said.
"The Autopsy revealed that Tywin Lannister was poisoned by the Strangler. Which had been stolen the fortnight before from my office as well as with a number of other poisons." Archmaester Pycele said.
"Witnesses sighted you wandering the Red Keep at about those hours that night." Tyrion said.
"I often visit brothels at around that time." Oberyn said.
"Can any of those whores testify for you?" Tyrion asked.
"Even if they could whores can't be relied on. They will do anything for pay. Throw him in the black cells. We will figure out what to do with you later." Joffery said.
"This could result in war, your grace." Tyrion said.
"I stand for myself. As long as the trial is conducted fairly, House Martell will not go to war." Oberyn said.
Oberyn was escorted out.
"Uncle, bring your wife before the throne." Joffery said.
Tyrion nodded and did exactly that. Sansa was nearly shaking.
"I...I must apologize for all I've done to you. It was improper for me to judge you as responsible for the actions of members of your family. A proper king is fair and just." Joffery said. It clearly pained him to show such weakness.
"Thank you, your grace." Sansa said and gave a bit of a curtsey.
"You may leave, in fact, everyone get out save my wife." Joffery said.
Tyrion took her out. Sansa stealing one last glance at Margaery who gave her a smile. Sansa was so close but she couldn't be with her.
When they were safe at home Tyrion and Sansa hugged.
"They shouldn't find any trace of our involvement?" Sansa said.
"All we did was talk and Oberyn is not likely to speak. Things are going according to plan. We are nearly there." Tyrion said.
Sansa sincerely hoped so.