He doesn't want it either. He's being forced into the marriage, just like me, Sansa thought as Shae and another handmaiden laced up her bodice. Her wedding gown was Lannister gold and asymmetrically cut in the style of the westerlands. It was embroidered with red. She would be a Lannister after the ceremony and Lord Tywin, who had picked out the gown, wanted her to know it. After she was dressed, she looked at herself in the mirror and understood the effect Tywin Lannister had meant to inflict upon her. She didn't feel like a Stark anymore. Her hair was in the style of many at court and her dress was of light material. The furs of the North were lost to her now.

"It's time, my lady." The handmaiden, whose name Sansa didn't know, said. Shae gave her a quick hug and said, "It will be over before you know it."

"It's not the wedding I worry about." She said quietly. Shae gave her a peculiar look as Sansa walked out of the room like she was heading to an appointment with Ser Ilyn Payne. She descended through Maegor's Holdfast with her head held high like her septa had taught her years ago. A carriage was waiting to take her to the Great Sept of Baelor.

She stepped out and was escorted up the steps by a knight of the Kingsguard, Ser Meryn Trant. She kept her disgust for the man to herself as she watched her steps, making sure she didn't tear her dress before the dreaded bedding ceremony. As if reading her mind, Ser Meryn said, "I can't waited to tear that dress off of you." She did not want him involved in the bedding ceremony; she would have to let Jaime know. She kept her head high as she replied, "I like this dress, there will be no tearing."

He snarled in reply, "That's what you think. Lord Tywin wants you bedded."

They had reached the top steps and Sansa stood outside of the closed doors, waiting. Ser Meryn stood to the side as the doors opened. Sansa got her first look at those attending her wedding.

In the front were the Lannisters: Queen Regent Cersei, King Joffrey, Prince Tommen, and Tyrion, her original intended. Behind them were the Tyrells: Margaery, Ser Loras, Olenna, and Mace. Bronn the sellsword was there too, not far from the royal family. He gave her a slight nod. Grand Maester Pycelle. Varys the Spider. The entirety of court filled the room, wanting to watch the wedding of the infamous Kingslayer. But no Northernmen. No Starks. Sansa sighed; when she had dreamed of her wedding throughout her youth, she had imagined her family there at least. She had imagine her father giving her away.

Lord Tywin Lannister stood just inside the doors, Sansa found as she stepped into the sept. The doors were shut behind her and Lord Tywin offered her his arm. She supposed he was better to give her away than Joffrey, who had claimed the honor after he stripped his uncle of his white cloak. She wondered when Lord Tywin had told the king he would be having the responsibility of walking her down the aisle. She knew Joffrey would have pitched a fit.

"Those colors suit you, Lady Sansa." Lord Tywin commented as they made the long walk.

"I should hope so. I expect I will wear them often." She replied with enough sugar in her voice to kill a diabetic. He just nodded and Sansa turned her attention to the man waiting for her at the end of the long walk.

Jaime looked like a god in human form and Sansa found herself thanking the Old Gods and the New for allowing her to marry him over his younger brother, Tyrion. Jaime wore a richly embroidered red leather doublet and gray trousers. She smiled. Stark gray. He smiled back at her as she approached him on the arm of his father.

Sansa and Lord Tywin ascended the steps and the lord father placed her hand in his son's before returning down the steps to stand with the rest of his family. Sansa made sure to avoid the Queen Regent's gaze.

The High Septon waited a moment before telling Jaime, "You may now cloak the bride and bring her under your protection."

Sansa turned and felt the heavy cloak rest on her shoulders. She faced the High Septon and glanced down at the red and gold Lannister cloak. She never thought she would see the day she was cloaked in Lannister red.

The High Septon said, "Your Grace, Your Grace, my lords, my ladies. We stand her in the sight of the gods and men to witness the union of man and wife. One flesh, one heart, one soul. Now and forever. Face one another, join hands, and repeat my words." Sansa turned to Jaime and he took her hands gently in his own. She felt metal in her left hand and looked down. He sported a handsome hand forged from some lightweight metal and dusted in gold. She turned her gaze back to him and he was smiling kindly at her.

Sansa said, "Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger. I am his and he is mine, from this day until the end of my days." She had heard Jaime say, "Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger. I am hers and she is mine, from this day until the end of my days," in unison with her.

"Seal your love with a kiss." The High Septon commanded. Sansa hadn't even thought to worry about the kiss, for she had forgotten entirely about it. Jaime's eye met hers and he saw how terrified she was. She saw his jaw clench for a moment before he leaned in.

It was a mere peck; she had been expecting more.

"Give her a real kiss, uncle!" King Joffrey yelled from below. Jaime stared at him hard but the king insisted and had half of court chanting for another kiss. Jaime looked at her apologetically before he claimed her lips and held her face in his hands. His lips moved against hers and she gasped, taken away by his forwardness. His tongue slipped into her mouth as she parted her lips and she met it with her own. It felt like she had been shocked. Amidst the hoots and whistles, Jaime pulled away and just stared at her, a confused expression on his face. He felt it too.

The feast was held in the great hall and it had more food than Sansa had ever seen. She sat next to Jaime at the high table. The table just below their's was filled with Lannisters. Cersei was watching her, it made her uneasy.

She felt Jaime's lips on her ear as he whispered, "Don't mind her. She's just mad she has to marry Loras Tyrell while I got to marry you."

He pulled away and she looked at him. She glanced down and saw the half empty glass of Arbor wine near his left hand. Was he drunk or well on his way? She looked back at him and found his green eyes staring into hers. "What do you mean by that? Loras is lovely."

Jaime replied, "Lovely, yes. But Cersei's not exactly his type."

It took a moment before Sansa realized what he meant by that. "Oh."

"Yes. Oh." Jaime said, smiling. "But I got to marry you. The true beauty of the North."

He'd called her a beauty, but had he actually meant it? She looked at him for a moment before she glanced out over the crowd of guests. Margaery Tyrell waved a hand up and beckoned her over.

"Lady Tyrell wants you." Jaime said, picking up his wine.

"Excuse me, my lord." She stood and walked toward the Tyrell table, feeling her new husband's gaze on her the whole way. She sat down in Loras' vacated seat and Margaery took her hand.

"I'm so happy for you, Sansa." Her friend said. Sansa looked at her, confused. "You've married the handsome Lannister. The gallant knight."

"He's a cripple." Sansa whispered.

"He's a good-looking cripple. He's only missing a hand, Sansa. He's not horribly disfigured like his brother." Margaery said kindly.

Sansa nodded in agreement and looked up at her husband. He was chatting with the dwarf. "I was to marry Tyrion."

Margaery nodded. "I know. You're better off. Tyrion is kind, but Jaime is too. At least, I hear he can be. I'm told he's much improved since his imprisonment."

Sansa smiled and was about to say something but she felt a chill go up her spine.

"Congratulations, my lady." A cold voice said from behind her. She turned in her seat to see the king. He beckoned her to come with him. She looked at Margaery and then at Jaime, but he was still engrossed in conversation with the dwarf.

"Thank you, Your Grace." She said, standing.

He offered her his arm and led her away from his bride-to-be without saying a word to Margaery. "You've done it, you've married a Lannister. Soon you'll have a Lannister baby in your belly. It's what you've always wanted. It's too bad the First Night tradition is banned, Lady Sansa." The king said, walking her from the Tyrell table back to her seat next to Jaime. "Or I would have one last go with you. Maybe I'd put my own Lannister baby in you. No one would know."

He smirked at her then at his uncle before he turned to their guests. "Time for the bedding ceremony!"

Everyone cheered and Sansa looked horrified. Jaime stood and said, "There will be no ceremony."

Joffrey laughed it off. "Where's your respect for tradition!"

"This tradition is an option, nephew." Jaime said, a hard edge to his voice. He held a knife loosely in his hand as he stared down the king. "I will not have it at my wedding."

Jaime stood and walked around the table to Sansa. He placed his hand on the small of her back and guided her out of the hall. As he passed the king, he said, "She's no longer yours to torment, Your Grace."

Their bedchamber was large, much larger than any she had had during her stay in King's Landing. He closed the door behind them and she asked, "Is this yours?"

"Ours, until we leave for Casterly Rock." Jaime said, looking around the room. "But yes, it was mine."

"It's lovely."

"Not as lovely as you, my lady."

Sansa blushed. "There's no need to compliment me, my lord."

Jaime looked at her, puzzled. He walked to her and took her hands. "Yes, there is." Her eyes met his. "No one has ever told you before how beautiful you are. Sure, they say you're a beauty, but they don't know what that truly means. They only see your physical beauty, but I see what else lies there. You're a good person, Sansa. You should be treated as such."
"You're just saying that, Ser Jaime."

"Just Jaime. I'm Jaime, Sansa." He placed a hand on her chin and said, "And no, I'm not just saying that. Had I my sword at the feast, I might have cut down the idiot king. He may be kin, but he's a monster."

Sansa nodded and smiled up at him. Jaime said, "May I kiss you, Sansa? I thought I should ask, I don't wish for you to do anything you don't want to."

She looked at him for a moment before giving him the most timid nod he had ever seen. He leaned down slowly, giving her plenty of time to pull away. She didn't and their lips met softly.

A fire seemed to erupt inside of Sansa and she felt it all the way down to her lady parts. She had never felt anything like it. Jaime's tongue slipped into her mouth and she met it with fervor. His left hand gripped her waist and his metal hand rested against it. Sansa's arms tentatively slid up his chest to his neck. She wrapped her arms around it, to pull them flush together. She could feel the hardness of his manhood pressing against her stomach.

"Should we take this to the bed, my lady?" Jaime asked quietly, running his lips over her neck.

"Yes, my lord." Sansa smiled at him and he took her hand in his left.

In front of the large bed, Jaime helped Sansa out of her dress. In her small clothes, she reached for his doublet. In that moment, he knew she was no maiden. She should be much more timid.

Divested of clothing, they looked at each other for moment. Jaime's body was all muscle. Sansa ran her hand along his abdominal muscles, liking the way it felt. Joffrey didn't have muscle. She looked at Jaime and was surprised with how sweet he was being. He took her hand and helped her on the bed. He climbed on after her and laid next to her. She waited for him to make a move.

Jaime leaned up on his elbow and ran his hand over her stomach. He slid it up to her breast and tweaked her nippled with his fingers. He met her eyes briefly before leaning down and taking her nipple in his mouth. She let out a gasp in surprise but after nearly minutes of his sucking, she let out a soft moan. Jaime's hand had found her other breast and was playing with the nipple there too. She ran her finger through his soft, short hair and moaned. Jaime's hand slid down her body to her center. He circled his finger around her clit before slipping it into her. She gasped and his mouth released her nipple. "Are you okay, my lady?"

She nodded. "Yes, keep going."

He smiled and kissed his way down her body. "As my lady commands."

He settled between her legs and his mouth was on her womanhood before she realized what was happening. She moaned louder than expected and gripped his hair as his finger slid in and out of her. His tongue circled her clit as he licked it thoroughly. She couldn't control her moans as he continued like that for a while. She could feel herself nearing her peak and she tugged on his hair harder. "Don't stop."

He smiled against her and continued, enjoying himself. She tugged him up by his hair when it was over and, out of breath, she said, "What was that?"

"Just one of the many pleasures you can experience." He smiled and kissed her deeply. She could taste herself on his lips but didn't mind. Jaime's manhood pressed against her entrance and he stared into her eyes as he slipped into her. Sansa wrapped her arms around his shoulders and watched as he held himself up by one hand. His fake right hand was practically useless. He pounded into her and Sansa knew that he had realized she was no maiden; he would have taken it slow for her first time. She knew it.

Jaime leaned down and kissed her thoroughly as he slammed into her. It wasn't long before they both found their peak and Jaime fell next to her on the bed. The only noise in the silence was their heavy breathing.

"If you find you're not ready to bare a child, Sansa, I will acquire moon tea for you." He said quietly after a while. "I don't want to put you through something you don't want. That's happened enough to you already."

"I've drank enough moon tea in my lifetime." Sansa whispered.

Jaime leaned up on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows. "Who made you?"

She kept her eyes averted as she said, "Joffrey."

His jaw clenched as anger flooded him. "He raped you?" He had already suspected it earlier, but hearing it made his stomach turn.

"For months, Ser." She said, finally meeting his fiery gaze. Tears spilled over and she was shaking with her sobs. Jaime pulled her to him and stroked her hair softly.

"I'm sorry. I never would have let it happen."

"How?" She asked, pulling away from him as she looked up at his face.

"I was the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard. By my honor, I would never have allowed the king to rape you."

"You couldn't have done anything. He's the king." Sansa said sadly.

Jaime shook his head. "I've killed a king before."