Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to the Ice and Fire Novels, Game of Thrones and House of the Dragon TV shows. However, I decided to have a little play around with the characters. I do not earn any money from writing these stories, it is for my entertainment and is something I like to share.

Tyrion III

Although it wasn't particularly late, Tyrion was considering settling down for bed. Gods I'm getting old, he thought, taking a sip of wine and closing his book. Whenever Tyrion needed a distraction, he read and the arrival of Jon and Drogon had put him on edge. He hadn't expected Jon to be back in Winterfell quite so quickly, and clearly Sansa was aware of more than she was letting on. He wondered whether she had spies of her own in the capital, after all, she was taught by the best, he, Cersei and Littlefinger he thought to himself, however his musings were interrupted when a knock came to the door.

"Come in." Tyrion called out.

Maester Wolkan walked in and smiled. "Maester Wolkan, how can I help you?" he asked.

"Queen Sansa would like you to meet her in her chambers. She says to dress warm." the Maester replied.

"Why, are we going for a walk?" Tyrion frowned. "It is rather late."

"It isn't a request." Maester Wolkan shook his head.

Tyrion knew what the Maester was implying. Tyrion had no choice in the matter, either he was to go and meet with Sansa or she'd have him locked up somewhere. "Fine. Tell her I'll be ten minutes." he sighed. Maester Wolkan nodded his head and left, allowing Tyrion to change into something a little warmer.

Ten minutes later he was arrived at the Queen's chambers. He knocked and she called out for him to enter. When he did, he got quite a surprise. Sansa was looking absolutely beautiful, more than usual. Her hair taken up in a northern style, she wore a pale grey dress made from velvet with white direwolves woven into it. The colour seemed to enhance her beauty more than ever. Tyrion had always thought she was beautiful, although much too young for him. When he saw her as a Queen, she had become hard and cold. But tonight she looked like the girl he once knew, except now she was a woman.

"Your Grace, how can I help you?" he asked.

"I would like you to accompany me to the Godswood." Sansa smiled back.

"You look a little overdressed for the Godswood, Your Grace. Especially at night. You don't want to ruin such a beautiful dress." Tyrion frowned, suspecting something was afoot.

"This dress was created for this reason." Sansa smiled. "Shall we walk?" she asked, placing a matching cloak over her shoulders.

Tyrion frowned, he had a bad feeling about this, however he did as instructed, following quietly for a moment, but he knew he had to break the silence. "How is your cousin? Does he bring news?" he asked.

"He does, but I think that should be discussed tomorrow. It is late and I don't want to take up too much of your time." Sansa smiled sweetly, a sight which put Tyrion on edge, she was up to something.

"What are we doing?" Tyrion asked as they began to head out of the castle towards the woods.

"We're visiting the Godswood." Sansa smiled. "It is very beautiful at night."

"Isn't it a little late for such a random walk, just the two of us?" Tyrion asked.

"It isn't a random walk Lord Tyrion. You are my escort." she told him.

"Your escort?" Tyrion frowned as he looked ahead and saw others waiting for them. He could make out the Maester, Jon and Tormund and another man stood behind them who he didn't recognise as he was completely hidden.

"You are giving me away." Sansa explained. "I have no father or family member to do the honours. Therefore as my ex husband, I felt you were the most obvious choice."

Tyrion realised what she was doing. "You are getting married?" he asked.

"I am." Sansa nodded.

"To whom?" Tyrion frowned.

"To Aegon." Sansa told him coldly. "This time a marriage of my choosing, to someone I know to be good and kind. One who will respect me, is politically advantageous and has no desire to take my crown." she said, although Tyrion thought he could detect a hint of hesitancy. Tyrion also noticed her demeanour was slightly unsteady.

"Are you drunk?" Tyrion asked.

"A little." Sansa admitted.

"You can't marry Jon, he's your brother." Tyrion whispered as they got closer to the men.

Sansa shook her head. "I'm not marrying Jon Snow, I'm marrying Aegon Targaryen, King of the Freefolk Beyond the Wall, who is my cousin, which is perfectly normal as you well know."

"Why the Godswood and not the sept?" Tyrion asked.

"We will perform both ceremonies because Jon and the freefolk worship the old gods, but House Targaryen is bound to the Faith of the Seven, who I have always followed." she said in a matter-of-fact voice. "It also prevents anyone questioning our commitment if we are to ensure both religions have witnessed their ceremony." she added.

As they closed in on the Godswood, Tyrion had to admit, it did look beautiful. Sansa's handmaiden, Magatha was waiting for her with a smile on her face, as did the rest of the small party stood to the other side, apart from Jon who was as white as the name he once had. In contrast, the weirwood tree looked stunning at night lit by lanterns, gave the whole scene a sense of great serenity and could inspire anyone to become religious, unless they knew who was usually listening in through the tree. For a change, Tyrion wished Bran could see this, just so Tyrion didn't have to send the raven to Kings Landing to tell him of the news his King wanted to prevent.

"What am I supposed to say?" Tyrion frowned. "I've never been to a northern wedding.

"When the septon speaks his part, I'll whisper yours and you repeat it." Sansa smiled as they reached Jon, Tormund, Maester Wolkan, Magatha and the septon who all spread out as he and Sansa approached.

"Who comes before the Old Gods this night?" the septon called out.
"Sansa of the House Stark. Queen of the North. She comes here to be wed." Sansa whispered to Tyrion."Sansa of the House Stark. Queen of the North. She comes here to be wed." Tyrion called out.
"A woman grown, trueborn and noble. She comes to beg the blessings of the gods." Sansa whispered once more as Tyrion repeated her words.

"Who comes to claim her?" the septon asked.

Jon stepped forward. "Aegon of the House Targaryen, First of Name, King of the Freefolk."

"Who gives her?" the septon said.

"Tyrion of House Lannister, who was her previously wed to her but the marriage was invalid." Tyrion shrugged.

"Queen Sansa, will you take this man?" the septon asked as Jon and Sansa faced one another.

"l take this man." Sansa smiled.

Jon and Sansa knelt beside the tree for a few moments and prayed to the old gods. The tree rustled in the wind as if acknowledging their union, although Tyrion knew Bran, thankfully could not see the marriage. After a moment of silent prayer, Jon and Sansa stood up.. They turned to the septon who took a thick grey silk ribbon. Jon held out his right hand and Sansa held her left next to his. The septon tied the ribbon around their hands.

"In the sight of the seven I hereby seal these two souls binding them as one for eternity. Look upon one another and say the words." the septon said.

"Father smith warrior mother maiden crone stranger I am hers and she is mine from this day until the end of my days." Jon repeated.

"Father smith warrior mother maiden crone stranger I am his and he is mine from this day until the end of my days." Sansa said at the same time.

"I challenge any man or woman to speak against this marriage." the septon said, but other than a rustling leaves the heart tree, a resounding silence echoed throughout the woods. The septon nodded towards Jon who unclipped the grey velvet cloak from around his Sansa's shoulders, emblazoned with the direwolf of House Stark and handed it to Tormund . He replaced it with an black cloak, the inside was of red silk and the collar embellished with black velvet and red stitching. On its back was the three headed dragon in the same bright red, the symbol of house Targaryen

"Let is be known that Sansa of House Stark and Aegon of House Targaryen are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder." the septon closed his speech.

"With this kiss, I pledge my love and take you for my lord and husband ." Sansa said.

Jon and Sansa turned to one another. "With this kiss, I pledge my love and take you for my lady and wife ." Jon smiled, before giving Sansa an awkward peck on the cheek.

Tyrion wasn't convinced by the idea of their marriage. He knew why his marriage to Sansa had been annulled, her marriage to Ramsey had been as much of a farce. This one needed to be stopped before anyone believed it to be true. Especially if Bran had been thinking about marrying Sansa to a southern Lord, Tyrion had to prove it was fake, and there was a very easy way to do it.

"There's wine in the great hall." Sansa called said.

"And sour goats milk for anyone who wants to get really drunk." Tormund laughed loudly as they all walked back to the castle.

Tyrion lagged behind a little, he wanted to speak to the septon. "Nice ceremony." he smiled. "Is it usual in the north to marry using both gods?" he asked.

"Occasionally we do." the septon nodded.

"And how often are cousins married in the north?" Tyrion opened the box for the septon to put the silk cloth away.

"Thank you Lord Tyrion." the septon smiled. "Cousin marriages are common in the north."

"What about sibling marriages?" Tyrion raised an eyebrow.

"Queen Sansa is of house Stark and King Aegon is of house Targaryen, they aren't siblings." the septon laughed nervously.

"But surely you are aware of their upbringing, they only became aware of the true nature of their bloodlines when they were adults. How can they not see each other as anything other than siblings?" Tyrion asked.

"Why should this be a concern?" the septon frowned.

"The reason Sansa and I are no longer married was because our marriage was not consummated. I am under no illusion that her relationship with the man she was raised with has changed in any way at all. Doesn't that make the marriage invalid in the eyes of the seven?" Tyrion asked earnestly.

"I suspect there will be a bedding ceremony." the septon shrugged.

"I think it ought to be insisted upon, if not the marriage cannot be deemed valid in the eyes of the gods." Tyrion shook his head. "Just don't mention I said anything. She doesn't like people to know." he shrugged.

The septon nodded. "Of course Lord Tyrion, I will be discreet in the matter. But you are right. I suppose I will need inform the happy couple during the feast. If they are true and genuine, I don't see why they would have any problems with it." he smiled as they arrived back at the castle.

When Tyrion walked into the great hall, he was met with a heart-warming scene. Although there was food available, it wasn't a feast. Clearly this had been organised very quickly and mostly set up while they were away at the ceremony. The tables held barrels of ale, casks of wine and a barrel of what Tyrion guessed was the infamous sour goats milk. The room was packed with well-wishers, most of who were the servants, who it appeared had been given the night off and were going to be allowed to celebrate with the happy couple. The musicians were just about to start playing when Tormund jumped on top of one of the tables.

"SHUT UP!" he roared, and the room went quiet, everyone turning to look at Tormund. "Good, now you all have my attention." he grinned. "I first met this man when he was only a boy, pretending to be a man of the Night's Watch. He had said his vows, but inside he was a man of the north. A true fucking northerner." the crowd cheered as Tyrion noticed Jon and Sansa were pretending to look like a happy couple. "I was there when he lost his virginity. Well not literally." the crowd laughed. "A beautiful free woman, red hair, kissed by fire. Just like his new wife. When he went back to the watch, Ygritte wouldn't let any other man kill him, no it had to be her. To me, that's true love." the crowd laughed nervously as Jon and Sansa looked on in confusion. "I saw him become the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch and a King. But he would give up everything for Queen Sansa. And for me, that is the mark of true love. To the King and Queen." he raised a horn of goats milk.

"It's meant to be funny." Jon called out.

"Wait I haven't finished." Tormund snorted before turning back to the crowd. "Not sure how he keeps the ladies happy, I've seen his pecker. How he keeps a woman happy with a pecker like that is beyond me." he turned to Sansa. "You have my sympathies." the crowd laughed, including Jon and Sansa as Tormund jumped down from the table.

At that moment the music started up and within seconds the middle of the hall was full of people dancing. Out of the corner of Tyrion's eye, he noticed the septon taking Jon and Sansa to one side. Tyrion watched carefully knowing what the topic of conversation was. The septon explained the issue, although Tyrion couldn't hear what was said, but it was clear the septon wanted a bedding ceremony. As the conversation went on, Tyrion saw the colour drain from both Jon and Sansa's faces, a look of panic ensued. He could see them arguing back with the septon, but under the circumstances, a bedding could be demanded.

Deciding to play stupid, he walked over to Tormund who had obviously heard some of the conversation and was looking a little bit perplexed. Jon and Sansa said something to the septon and walked out of the room.

"What was that all about?" Tyrion asked Tormund.

"I think the pervert septon wants to watch them fuck." Tormund replied. "Goats milk?" he asked and Tyrion nodded.

"A bedding?" Tyrion asked as Tormund poured him a horn of goats milk, which Tyrion took a huge swig of and nearly choked on it.

"Is that what they call it down here. We have another name up north. It's called stop fucking watching unless you want your balls chopped off." he shrugged. "Unless you ask someone to watch." he shrugged. "Some like that type of thing."

"Do you think they'll do it?" Tyrion asked. "If not that marriage isn't valid. I should know, why do you think Sansa and I are no longer wed?"

"Your cock not big enough?" Tormund asked. "Are dwarf cocks smaller?"

"No. They are regular size." Tyrion ground his teeth at the typical comment he had gotten all of his life.

Tormund frowned. "So why not?" he asked.

"She found me repulsive." Tyrion admitted. "If she found me repulsive, how do you think she's going to find the idea of having sex with her brother?"

Tormund nodded in agreement. "The freefolk don't normally fuck family members, but our numbers are smaller and we may also have to rely on cousin fucking if we are to survive. He sighed. But before the war, it would never have happened. Not even in the same tribe. Times are different, they have changed, we have to make do to survive. Jon and Sansa are surviving, otherwise I'd be the first to tell them to stop. But Jon did fuck his aunt, you had no complaints then." he shrugged.

Tyrion raised an eyebrow. "Oh I had plenty of complaints, but that wasn't one of them. It is normal for Targaryen's to indulge in incest. I don't doubt Jon has an problem, my worry is for Sansa."

Just as he said that, Jon and Sansa returned to the room, both looking a little flustered and red. They walked over to the septon and Jon whispered into the septon's ear. The septon smiled and nodded before walking over to Tyrion while Jon went to speak to Tormund.

"Gentlemen." the septon smiled. "I need you to help me with an unfortunate task. There will be no traditional bedding ceremony tonight, but the bedding will be witnessed in the King and Queen's new chambers which are currently been readied. The Queen has already been wed so we would not expect her to be a maid, but under the circumstances, a bedding of sorts is required. As I'm sure you both agree, intimate relations between man and woman is a private affair, however kings and queens are not normal people. They will be using a four poster bed with closed curtains to keep some privacy. As such we need witnesses. I, as septon need to be there." the septon turned to Tormund. "As one of his own people, I need you to attend." he then turned to Tyrion. "As a representative from the south I would appreciate it if you stood in for King Bran."

Tormund nodded unenthusiastically. Tyrion swallowed, he hadn't expected Jon and Sansa to agree to a bedding ceremony, now he felt like the pervert his father frequently told him he was, but as he was the one who raised the subject, he couldn't exactly say no.

"Fine." Tyrion rolled his eyes.

"I'm going to need a lot of fucking goats milk for this." Tormund said as the septon walked away.

"Me too." Tyrion said, suddenly feeling sick at the thought. "I don't think one barrel will be enough."

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