It was well into the night and the residents of the Red Keep were mostly asleep before the three occupants of the Hand's Tower returned after the eventful evening. Quietly they entered and were hanging up their cloaks, when a noise was heard from the stairway and a disheveled and blissfully happy Podrick Payne stumbled into view. The two ladies tittered and exchanged glances while Tyrion's face clouded over as he stormed over to his former squire.
"If this is what I think it is, I expect you to call on Lord and Lady Lannister tomorrow to ask for my cousin's hand and the marriage to happen within a fortnight!" Tyrion said menacingly.
Podrick's face turned beet red and he stammered "I was planning too my Lord. And that didn't happen….just other things." he said guiltily.
Tyrion's stare softened and a smile flickered in his eyes, "Other things I'm sure she was happy to participate in knowing your reputation." He paused, "After you get Jaime and Brienne's blessing I can take you to a fantastic jeweler to find a wedding ring."
"My Lord, I'd feel better if I had your blessing as well." Pod stared at the floor before looking hopefully at Tyrion.
"Pod, you've saved my life and had my back more times than I can say. I already consider you my family and if Joy will have you I will be happy to make it official." he clapped the younger man on the back. "Now if you'll excuse us, it's very late and time for me and Lady Sansa to retire to our chambers."
He gestured for Sansa and clasped her hand "Come wife, I'd like to show you this, that, and other things too." he laughed as they disappeared up the stairs, Sansa blushing madly.
Pod ran his fingers through his already disheveled hair before turning in shock and confusion to Lady Loreyna "Did he just say wife?" causing her to burst out in laughter.
"Yes, Ser Podrick. Many things happened while you were erstwhile engaged. Speaking of engagements, why don't you tell me how you plan to propose to my young friend?" Reyna said with a smile leading Pod into the sitting room.
Fingers intertwined, Tyrion and Sansa were about to enter his bedroom, their bedroom now, when he heard some snoring coming from his study across the hall where the door stood wide open. Peeking his head in at the familiar sound, he saw his fully dressed brother, yet again, sprawled across the cot that he had slept on for the last week. Sansa stood behind him, placing her hand softly on his shoulder before whispering, "He was very worried about you before I sought you out in the gardens. He loves you very much."
"I know, I would never have made it this far in life without him."
"I hope he isn't too cross with me for stealing his brother away to Winterfell."
"Just plan on hosting the Lannisters frequently, and be prepared for some lengthy visits to Casterly Rock."
"I"m always thrilled to spend time with Brienne and we could see Podrick and Joy as well. Plus didn't you once promise to show me the Lion's Mouth and the Hall of Heroes?" Sansa said with a smile.
"You remember that?" he looked up at her fondly.
"I remember everything." she said with a raw emotion in her voice he didn't think he'd ever get used to hearing. She bent to kiss him, "Best be getting him back to his wife, but don't be long husband. I'll be waiting for you in our room."
He stared in wonder after her before turning to his brother. He owed this to him but Gods did he want to be in his bedroom with Sansa right now. As before, Jaime stirred as Tyrion approached the bed and quickly swung his legs over the side so he was sitting on the edge. Half asleep he slurred "Did she find you?"
Tyrion sat next to him "If you're referring to Sansa, yes she found me in the gardens."
The fog lifting from his brain Jaime said sharply "I'm going to need more details than that."
"Fine, but this is going to half to be quick as it is my wedding night and my bride is awaiting me across the hall." Jaime's eyes grew large at this declaration. "She found me, told me she had feelings for me, and ran away after kissing me because she thought our duties would forever keep us apart. Quite literally a bird, well Bran Stark in raven form, told me that she had fled to the Sept. I followed her there in the company of Addam and Reyna, who will be married in six moon turns or less the way they're acting, where I told her I was resigning as Hand and was desperately in love with her. Bran sent the High Septon to meet us and we remarried in his study despite the fact that we may actually still be married."
Jaime said nothing, but hung his head between his knees for a minute as if his brain needed the blood to digest all of the words that had just poured out of Tyrion's mouth. "So you and Sansa are married now? Again?"
"Yes to both."
"And you're resigning as Hand?"
"Yes."
He looked at him gravely "And this is what you want, not just what your wife desires?"
"Yes brother. You were right about this job. It's time for me to leave and I think I've finally found my home at my wife's side."
Jaime's face lit up in a huge smile and he engulfed Tyrion in a bear hug. "I'm so happy for you Tyrion! But do warn your poor wife that she's going to get an earful from Brienne about missing the wedding!"
"Oh that will be nothing compared to telling Jon and Daenerys that we married and I'm leaving my post in one fell swoop. Which we haven't done yet by the way."
"Gods, good luck with that." Jaime said clapping him on the back with a chortle.
"We'll worry about that in the morning. For now my wife awaits."
Sansa paced nervously in the chamber as she waited for Tyrion. All her earlier bravado had escaped her and she wasn't sure what she should be doing. Should she change into her nightclothes? Strip down to her small clothes and wait for him in the bed? Under the covers or boldly on top in brazen invitation? Hands shaking, she chose to change into a pretty blue nightgown the same shade as her eyes while leaving her new bracelet on. She sat at the vanity and took her hair out of it's partial braid and brushed it until it shined like liquid fire. The act calmed her somewhat, but her heart still pounded rapidly against her rib cage as both fear and desire grappled inside her.
Fortunately Tyrion entered the room at that moment causing some of the fear to dissipate. She smiled broadly at him and he just stared at her dumbstruck leaning against the door.
"You are a vision of loveliness, Sansa. I can't quite believe you are real and not the Maiden incarnate."
Her smile faltered. "But I am not a maiden." she said sadly.
Sensing this, Tyrion rushed across the room and kissed her deeply. "No, you are the woman I love and I only care about the past if it makes you feel badly about yourself now. I only hope my own sordid past does not cause you any discomfort. Just know I've been faithful to you since we wed."
"I should hope so!" she chuckled. "You've barely been out of my sight."
"No my love, I meant our first wedding." he said in a low voice, caressing her cheek and combing his fingers through her silky hair.
"Truly?" she said shocked. "Even after you heard I wed again?"
"When I fled to Essos, I assumed that you would marry again, but I'd hoped to a man worthy of you that you loved or at least respected in return. I would have been happy to sign an annulment if that is what you desired, to free yourself from me. Sadly, I heard you married again and that he was a sadistic monster in the same breath. You had escaped him by then, but I was devastated. Not for me, but for you." His voice choked, "I would have gladly traded my own pathetic life away to ensure that all the befell you never happened."
She leaned forward kissing his forehead before touching her own to his. "I know Tyrion and that is one of the reasons I fell in love with you. But why would you stay faithful to me after I left you when you yourself called our marriage a sham?"
"I had used meaningless sex as a way to fill the void in my heart left by both my family and the devestating lie that was my first marriage. Even at the height of my debauchery, I knew it for what it was, but chose to live in denial. After Shae.." he looked remorsefully at her shaking his head. "I'm sorry I shouldn't be speaking of this tonight of all nights."
"Tyrion, my beloved husband twice-over, this is most assuredly the night to speak of such things." Sansa said sternly. Her gaze softened, "But can I safely infer that her betrayal and your heartbreak was the reason you no longer sought to return to your former lifestyle?"
He nodded grimly. "I actually did visit a brothel once in Essos with every intention of returning to my whoremongering ways and was caught off guard when I realized how abhorrent the idea had become. I finally recognized it for the pretense it was and like a candle being blown out that part of my life was over." He kissed her face softly, "I know that you are nervous my dear. I am too. But I want to show you that the marriage bed is a source of pleasure, and we can both show each other what it is to love with our bodies as well as our hearts and minds."
"I want that too. You may need to be patient with me but I don't want to be treated like I am broken."
"You are Sansa Stark of Winterfell, you could never be broken. All I ask is that you tell me if anything I do ever makes you even close to uncomfortable."
"Don't you mean Sansa Lannister?" she teased gently, pushing his curls off his forehead.
"No, you will forever be a Stark as will any children we have. And I will always be a Lannister as I would not dare disgrace your father by taking his name. Lord of Winterfell will be a hard enough title to get used to." he said kissing her once more gently.
"I think you would have grown on him."
"Yes, like a fungus."
Sansa giggled at that recognizing that he was trying to lighten the mood. He smiled in triumph "Now my dear wife, it is quite late. Won't you join me in the bed?"
"Just let me finish." she said as she returned to her nightly rituals as her husband removed his boots and doublet before using the foot stool to crawl into bed. She deliberately took a little longer applying the lotion to her hands as they trembled slightly with nerves. Finally, she blew out all the candles that lit the room, leaving the room in darkness save the ones on the nightstand. She hesitated by the foot of the bed as she approached, nodding at the candles "Do you mind ?" The soft smile he had been giving her at her approach froze and the briefest flash of pain and sorrow clouded his eyes. He recovered quickly "Of course, of course. Abed, when the candles are blown out, I am made no worse than other men. In the dark, I am the Knight of Flowers."
Her heart dropped as she realized how he interpreted her words. All hesitation gone, Sansa rushed to him, stopping him as he turned to blow out the candles and throwing herself in his arms. "Tyrion, no, oh no. That's not what I meant by that at all. I wanted the darkness for you."
Pulling back he searched her face, "Why in the world would I not want to see you Sansa?"
Feeling foolish she stared at her hands in her lap, that he quickly covered with his own. "My time with Ramsey left permanent marks on my flesh that I don't think my true husband should have to see."
"Does the scar across my face grieve you so?" he asked as he took her hand in his and traced the faded scar.
"Not at all, in fact Lady Margaery thought you were rather good looking, especially with the scar and I agree."
He grinned at that, the light in his eyes that had dimmed earlier coming back. He reached behind his back pulling off his tunic in a single swift movement. She couldn't help her sharp intake of air at the sight of his bare chest sprinkled with golden hair, but he turned his back to her before she could truly savor the view. His back was covered in large raised scars, most likely from a whip, and she felt tears pricking her eyes. "Oh Tyrion," she said horsley as she caressed the welts lightly with her fingers, "My love, who did this?" She felt him tremble at her touch and feeling emboldened by it she leaned forward kissing them tenderly.
"Slavers. I have never been good at keeping my tongue." he moaned a little as she kept kissing his back, her hands wandering with a mind of their own to roam his chest and pull him closer to her. Distracted by her kisses he finally panted out "It appears my scars don't bother you in the slightest wife. I hope you know that...Gods" he panted as her tongue flicked over his back tracing the scars, "that yours mean nothing to me. I want you, all of you, every part including your scars."
"Scars just mean you are stronger than whatever tried to hurt you." Sansa said, repeating the words the whore had told her, and finally taking them to heart.
Turning him around, she kissed him passionately and surprised them both by taking the lead and pushing him down gently on the bed. Still fully clothed, she crawled on top of him kissing and stroking his toned chest, arms and abdomen. He made little moans of pleasure, sighing and saying her name, his hands buried in her hair. She felt powerful and free as she felt his desire hard against her inner thigh, as her own burned through her veins like wildfire. Reaching down she pressed her hand against his length, causing Tyrion to shudder and groan. Her nimble fingers went to work on the tie of his breeches when suddenly Tyrion seized her wrists.
Tyrion wasn't sure who this wanton goddess in his bed was but he planned to build an altar to her and worship at her feet for eternity. Her lips trailing all over his chest and stomach and her hair caressing everything else had him hard enough he nearly came when she pressed her hand against his cock. He wanted nothing more than to tear that nightgown off of her and bury himself deep inside her warm cunt. No that wasn't entirely correct, he still wanted to rip the nightgown off of her, but he planned to lavish those gorgeous tits he still hadn't seen properly with his tongue before feasting on her cunt while she writhed and screamed. Gods, how long had it been since he tasted a woman's pleasure, felt thighs tremble around his ears and arousal covering his face!
But currently Sansa seemed more interested in her own exploration of his body. He suspected that this was a way of asserting control in a situation that carried some fear in it for her, but he loved her too much to continue without checking on her. "Are you sure Sansa?" he said tenderly, his hand caressing her face once again as he released her wrists.
"I'd like to see you. I'd like to see my husband." she said as she pulled down his breeches and small clothes. Fully unclothed now, he lay vulnerable underneath her as her eyes roamed over his body. Insecurity tore at him, fearing her disappointment in his naked form but was instead rewarded as her eyes wided suddenly at his fully erect manhood. That at least was an area the Gods had not short changed him in as he was slightly larger than the average customer according to his former paid companions. She bit her lip nervously, and turned to look at Tyrion, her eyes full of hesitation. "Can I...I mean should I…?" she stuttered as her hands that seemed more sure of herself than her words drifted down the fine line of hair from his navel to his cock. The love in his eyes and reassuring smile must have strengthened her resolve as she finally touched him delicately and he let out a low moan. Startled, she pulled away before he caught her hand. "Did I hurt you?" she asked innocently.
"Quite the contrary my lady wife." he said gazing at her reverently. Only the one touch from her and he was on the verge of climaxing. "I could show you if you like." he said, placing his hands on top of hers. She nodded her consent enthusiastically, and he wrapped her delicate hand, still slick from the lotion around his cock. He moved her hand slowly at first for her to get used to the motion but quickly pumped her hand faster as his hips jerked upward. Breathing heavily, he rutted into her hand groaning her name repeatedly. His climax imminent, he roared "Sansa, I'm going to….Gods...fuck...oh Sansa!" Tyrion was blinded by a white light as his eyes rolled back and his back arched as the orgasm rolled over him. He shuddered as his cock pulsed and his balls contracted causing thick streams of his seed to cover their joined hands.
He came back to himself, feeling embarrassed for acting like a green boy in the bed of his young nubile wife. He scrambled off the bed to retrieve a wet cloth he used to carefully clean her hand before cleaning himself. He started blubbering out an apology while earnestly gazing into her eyes afraid that he had pushed her too far too fast. What he received in return was a sexy smile and a grin. She giggled, "It appears I'm not such a slow learner after all."
Love for her filled his heart and a weight on his chest lifted at her cheeky comment. Gods she was beautiful and heavens above even playful in bed. He laughed before crawling on top of her kissing her passionately. "No, my love. I may even say you're a natural at this."
"Good. Because I want to please you." she said with a touch of seriousness in her voice.
"As I want to please you." he said, dragging his hand down between her breasts before thumbing a peaked nipple eliciting a moan from her. "Again." he lowered his head to her other breast kissing it through the thin fabric. "And again" he said, rolling her nipple firmly with his fingers. "And again." he said, taking the peak into his mouth while she writhed under him and raked her nails down his back.
He moved his lips back to hers sliding his tongue deep in her mouth. She tasted so sweet, like lemons, like springtime, like the rain. He desperately needed to know what all of her tasted like. Pulling away slowly from her swollen lips, he moved his fingers to toy with the ties that secured her nightgown. "This gown is lovely and such a fine shade with your eyes and hair, but I'm afraid if you don't remove it soon I make no promises that it will stay in one piece. Because as lovely as it is, it conceals the most beautiful thing in the world to me. My wife who I love and desire above all things."
"I do like this gown." she said in a teasing voice. "But I do have a few others I may allow you to destroy."
"Sansa…" he said warningly as desire laced his voice and his cock started to stiffen again.
"But another night." she said with a promise in her voice. Rising to her knees she pulled the ties holding the gown closed herself, but let Tyrion push the clothing from her body. Tyrion had seen many beautiful women in his life but none dared to compare to Sansa. Her skin was exquisite, like ivory that glowed in the candlelight with the barest hint of freckles across the tops of her breasts that were full and lush with rosy pink tips. Her body was shaped like a lovely Dornish fiddle complete with the long neck he had admired for years. The smallest scrap of silk covered her slit with the ties hanging low on her curvaceous hips. But the thing that entranced him the most were her pale arms and legs that went on for miles, so unlike his own stunted limbs. Tyrion could see evidence of some scars, most fading like the one on his face and a few angry red welts on her creamy thighs but they did nothing do detract from her beauty and in fact enhanced it to him. Their scars told the story of how they had both survived and thrived despite all that had happened to them both.
He stared at her in slack jawed wonder, his eyes tearing up slightly. "You are too beautiful for the likes of me Sansa. I wish I was that dashing knight for you."
She moved towards him kissing him lightly as his arms moved to her waist. "You are better, so much better than what I dreamt as a girl. I'm so lucky to be here, married to the man who loves me, who knows my soul. A man who awakened such a desire in me that I spent countless hours in this bed and at that door tempted to crawl in his bed because I wanted him so much."
"You wanted me?" he said, almost incredulous, even knowing she loved him. The fact that she desired him was almost impossible to think.
"Gods yes!" she said laying down and pulling him on top of her. Feeling her soft skin against his own was the closest he ever felt to heaven. Knowing she had been wanting him for days now only fueled his lust and he finally unleashed it, returning his attentions to her breasts that he lavished with his mouth and hands. She wrapped her legs around him, holding him tight to her as the silk of her small clothes brushed against his rock hard cock. "I want you, please Tyrion. I need you."
Slipping down her body he slowly teased her through the edges of her small clothes until she mewled in frustration and he chuckled as he removed them and spread her legs wide admiring the ginger curls wet with desire. "It appears you need to be the patient one my love, not me." Tyrion whispered tracing her folds with a finger, teasing her entrance, causing her to moan and shift her hips towards him. He added a second finger, still teasing and getting his fingers wet. She moaned again and he plunged both fingers in her cunt simultaneously using his thumb to rub her clit. The moan turned into a stifled scream of his name and she bucked hard against him as he continued to work in and out of her while she trembled and clenched around his fingers.
As desperate as his desire was to fuck her properly, his desire to taste her fully had not been quenched. He removed his fingers and she opened her eyes, looking shocked as he lowered his mouth and licked her. Gods, it was better than he remembered, so salty and sweet. He licked her again concentrating on her clit this time and she moaned low and long. Encouraged by her response to him and no longer able to rein in his own lust, he lowered himself completely and began feasting himself upon her cunt and let out his own moan of desire when she raked her hand through his curls while thrusting against his face. He wrapped his arms around her thighs pulling her closer while they trembled around his ears. Time and time he brought her close to the edge with his tongue only to back off right before she peaked, wanting her to cum so hard she would forget her own name. When her moans turned into small gasps for air, he sensed she was past the point of no return and concentrated all his attention to the nub at the top of her swollen pussy. As her orgasm overtook her, she cried out his name, clenching her thighs tightly around his head, her back bowing off the bed as she came undone riding his face.
He pulled back slowly kissing her inner thighs and savoring the view of his sated wife. Part of him wanted to leave her like this, boneless and beautiful in an orgasmic haze, but he also knew that in her utterly relaxed state now would be the best time to join with her completely. He dragged his cock through her slick folds, before positioning himself at her entrance. "Sansa" he said in a strangled voice conveying all his love and lust wrapped around that one single word.
"Love me" was all she murmured in return before he pushed himself into her tight, slick channel doing his best to be gentle. He moved back and thrust again as she took more of his length each time until he had filled her completely, his eyes never leaving hers. Once fully engulfed, he couldn't help throwing his head back and moaning while grasping her hips tightly. Gently at first he thrusted, painfully aware at how she stretched and fluttered around him accommodating his girth. To his utter relief and joy, she started rocking her hips to the slow pace he set and started moving faster encouraging him to move more quickly. As he slid into her time and time again, his thrusts grew more powerful and were met with cries of pleasures from Sansa's lips. Determined to have her peak again while deep inside her, he shifted slightly to rub her clit with his fingers. Doing so gave him the sight of his cock moving between her swollen lips, and he couldn't help the inhuman growl that escaped him at the sight of him finally claiming his wife, his love. That spurred him to move even faster and harder inside of her as he massaged her clit. She began moving wildly against him, her hands clenching his biceps as her moans became louder. Her pussy spasmed around him as she came with a sob of his name, causing him to roar as his own climax crashed over him and he spilled deep inside her.
Spent, he collapsed into his wife's welcoming arms, his cock still cradled in her warmth. Sansa wrapped her arms and legs around him in a tight embrace as he lay his head on her chest. As he listened to her heartbeat, Tyrion had never been more at peace, more content in that moment and he realized at long, long last he was finally home.
Exhausted, they curled together in the bed talking and cuddling. Sansa was still dazed from discovering the true pleasures of the marriage bed and considered herself very fortunate to be married to a man who was so skilled and eager to please his wife. With her head on his chest, she admired his strong jaw and stubble and couldn't help but caress it. He truly was devastatingly handsome and she felt a stir of desire in her womanhood. Her mind couldn't help but wonder if they would have ever arrived in this state of bliss if their lives hadn't diverged so long ago. They had to lose each other to find each other.
Content as she was in the warmth of his embrace and the afterglow of sexual satisfaction, she jolted up suddenly scurrying from the bed.
"Sansa , what is it?" Tyrion said his honeyed voice groggy but quickly becoming alarmed.
"The scroll! We never read the scroll!" Sansa said grabbing his doublet and removing the scroll addressed to the High Septon. The candles being long burned out, she moved to the light cast by the fireplace and broke the seal. Reading the contents quickly, she gasped while covering her mouth, her eyes shining with tears.
"Come back to bed my love. It doesn't matter what it says Sansa. We are wed now and only the Stranger will ever part us." he said concerned at her reaction.
"But it does matter to me Tyrion." she said.
"Why? It doesn't change how we feel."
"But now I know," she said with a sob of relief and joy "that I was never, ever truly the wife of a madman, because according to the laws of Gods and men, I've always been the wife of Tyrion Lannister."
"I love you Sansa Stark." he said gruffly. "My heart belongs to none but you."
"And I love you, Tyrion."
Wiping her happy tears away, she practically danced back to the bed, to rejoin her husband who stared at her in wonder.
"What?" she said crawling into bed.
Her eyes widened in surprise as he pulled her on top of him straddling his hips and she could feel the hardness of his erection pressing against her.
"My gorgeous wife of eight years just pranced naked around our chambers and told me she loves me. What did you expect?" he said with a kiss as he positioned himself under her and guided his manhood into her slick opening.
"Again?" she said breathlessly as desire pooled in her belly, and she sank down on his cock with a little moan.
"And again and again and again." he said as he grabbed her hips firmly, showing her how best to ride him to both of their joy and pleasure.
No sleep would be had for hours for the newlyweds, who were not so newly wed it turned out to be after all.
The next afternoon Queen Daenerys basked in the sunshine on her balcony waiting for Lady Jenna to join her on the enormous daybed as had become their custom in their joint confinement. She concentrated on the small baby blanket she was knitting for the ungrateful babes that were currently kicking her soundly in the ribs. With Jorah, every little flutter had been a miracle, a blessing of the life growing inside. These two felt like they were having a drunken brawl most of the day. Although she did feel bad for the poor things, they truly had no room on her petite frame.
The blanket she was knitting was lilac and she had yellow yarn for a second one. She had dreamt of twin girls with her violet eyes one with wild dark curly hair like her father and brother, the other silver like her own. Sighing at a mistake, she unraveled the last row of her stitches. It was a simple pattern using the most basic stitch mastered by most girls at a young age, but she hadn't had a conventional childhood had she? A lifetime ago, a kindly nursemaid had taught her this much at least and she was bound and determined to make something with her own two hands for her girls. She and Jon had been too busy working non-stop to rebuild Westeros during her pregnancy with Jorah to afford her such a luxury, so she took this bedrest as a sign.
"How lovely!" Jenna exclaimed as her husband deposited her gingerly on the bed facing her. "You're really making progress." Jenna was being too kind in her praise, but Daenerys was pleased nevertheless.
"Thank you Lady Jenna." She nodded her head at Ser Bronn. "Ser Bronn, I heard your negotiations with the Redwynes were successful for both parties."
He grunted an affirmation before giving her a cheeky grin. "And I heard you're down a Hand."
His insolent manner reminded her of Daario, which she almost enjoyed in small doses, but she scowled at him for appearances sake. "Yes, it appears that there will be many changes to the small council soon." She flicked her eyes to Lady Jenna who gave a tiny nod, which Dany took as agreement to their prior discussion. "Ser Davos will be coming back as our Hand officially and Varys is leaving for a prolonged tour of the free cities to strengthen his contacts abroad. I have also been negligent in naming a new Master of War since Greyworm departed with Missandei to the Summer Isles."
"I'm surprised you haven't named Jaime fook-err Lord Lannister to that title."
"Gods no! Ser Jaime and I get along better with a continent between us, besides my husband and I know how to command an army. What I'm looking for is a leader who has been down in the trenches, who approaches problems differently from a classically trained commander." She placed her knitting down looking at Bronn pointedly "A man that once he was told a fortress was impregnable replied 'Give me ten good men and I'll impregnate the bitch' and I have no doubt he could.'" Jenna tittered, while Bronn's everpresent cockiness dissipated and he looked at his wife helplessly. Queen Daenerys continued "Provided you accept, your wife has agreed to be my Handmaiden as I've become quite fond of her these last weeks. It also places her in a position to gain more of her own contacts and fill in for Varys in his absence."
"Do I have a choice in the matter or have you two already made it up for me?" he said, mostly addressing his wife.
"Admit it, my dear. You've already gotten bored with country life. I see you itching for work that isn't settling disputes about land and sheep." Jenna said rubbing her swollen belly.
"Aye. I can't argue with that. I'd still like to think about it." he said gruffly.
"Of course." Daenerys smiled all the while already knowing what his answer would be but also knowing the former sellsword wanted to save some face. She'd ask Jon to talk with him too. He had agreed with her that Bronn would be a good, if unconventional, pick for the position.
After Bronn left, Jenna started working at her embroidery while Daenerys struggled with her simple blanket. She gave Daenerys a coy little smile "I'm quite happy for Lord Tyrion and Lady Sansa when I heard about their remarriage."
Daenerys put down her knitting and smiled. "It turns out for once I have a piece of gossip that you don't know yet. Turns out they've actually been married this whole time. An annulment was never filed."
"No, I didn't hear that." she hummed for a minute or two while she worked on her embroidery before continuing. "However, I did hear some other gossip about the affair." she said knowingly.
"Anything you'd care to share?" Daenerys said with a slight smile.
"I heard that the Queen took the news of her Hand's resignation very well."
"I'm not an unreasonable woman, I hardly think this is gossip Lady Jenna. I'm pleased for my goodsister that she has finally given love a chance and thrilled that one of my best friends has finally found the love he deserves. If that means he leaves my service, I'm willing to make that sacrifice for their happiness."
"You misunderstand my Grace. It appears you took it remarkably well, almost as if you were expecting it." she said with a mischievous look.
"Are you implying something Lady Jenna?" Daenerys replied playfully.
"Like what? That you convinced Lady Sansa to be in charge of finding Lord Tyrion a new bride in the hopes that they would finally be thrown together enough to admit their long buried feelings for each other?" she scoffed. "What a fanciful idea!"
"Lady Jenna, when you are in court, always remember one thing." Daenerys said as a secretive small smile spread across her face.
"Yes your Grace." Jenna said demurly.
"My former Hand is not the only one around here that is clever." she said with a conspiratorial grin and a wink.