This chapter is a reward for you all being so patient with me! I've been absent due to life recently and I've only given you two chapters this month (that's unacceptable). Here's an extremely lengthy third chapter and a look at Casterly Rock as well as some relatively unknown Lannister family members (mentioned but not gone into detail within the books). Thanks for sticking with me! As usual, reviews, favorites, and follows are more than welcome. xoxo.

Sansa stared up at Casterly Rock, so high above them. It didn't look like it was thousands of years old, built by the Casterlys long ago. Several hundred maybe, but certainly not thousands. She wondered which tale of how Lann the Clever stole the Rock from the Casterlys was true. She fancied the one that told of Lann marrying Casterly's daughter and inheriting the Rock legally, the other tales were too vulgar and grim for her liking. She hoped Lann had been honorable, much like her Jaime. She hoped he wasn't like Cersei, the worst of the Lannisters. Sansa vowed to make Cersei pay.

The entrance to the Rock, the Lion's Mouth, was grand. On the outside, carved into the rock itself were large columns over two hundred feet high with an ornate golden lion guarding both sides of the gate, which themselves stood over a hundred feet tall. There were shouts from the archers who stood, arrows poised and ready to be released, on recesses in the rock. They were more of balconies, with arches behind leading gods know where, and they were one hundred feet above where Sansa stood next to her husband, just behind the head of each lion.

"Lord Jaime, many thanks to the gods for allowing you and your party a safe journey." One of the archers called, his voice echoing across the pass. Jaime nodded in acknowledgment.

The other archer shouted behind him through the arch in the stone, "Lord Lannister arrives! Open the gate!"

"Many thanks, Kerwyn, Darryn." Jaime nodded to each as a loud scraping noise alerted them to the gate raising.

They entered Casterly Rock at the Lion's Mouth and when she stepped into the cavernous room, Sansa knew that there was nothing like it in all of Westeros nor across the Narrow Sea. Two hundred feet tall, the room was monstrous. She estimated that nearly two dozen horsemen could ride abreast through the Mouth and up the steps if they fancied it. The bleached stone floors matched the stone walls and grand stone staircase to the right. The staircase was several stories tall, turning in two places. Sansa marveled at its beauty.

She felt a hand caress her back and she turned her head to look up at Jaime. He was smiling at her. He asked, "What do you think?"

"It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

"No, it's not." Jaime's eyes were on her face, unwavering. She blushed and looked away but his metal hand shot up to catch her chin. Her eyes returned to his. "Stop doing that. You're beautiful, Sansa. I'm tired of you not knowing it."

"Thank you, my lord." She pulled away from him, embarrassed by his forwardness in front of the Lannister men. She began to walk around the cavern, loving the sound her shoes made on the stone. Intricate carvings were in the stone walls and she stopped to study them; they were the history of House Lannister.

Jaime called from the stairs, "Sansa, we must make for the keep atop the Rock. It will take hours and I wish to show you something before we lose the light."

Sansa left a carving from the year 130AC to follow her husband up the grand staircase. She took his arm and prepared herself mentally for the long journey ahead.

It took two hours to get to their chambers, many, many stories above. The Rock was vast, two leagues long and who knows how many leagues tall. The servants brought what few bags they had with them. Sansa hoped the rest of their party would reach them soon, she had long grown tired of wearing the same three dresses over and over again. As the servants left, she felt hands on her hips; the familiar feel of the metal against her felt just as good as the fleshy feel on her other hipbone. She leaned back against his chest and closed her eyes.

Jaime kissed the side of her head and said, "You're safe, my lady."

"I am. But are you?" She asked, keeping her eyes shut.

She felt a soft rumble in his chest and knew that he was laughing silently to himself. "The Rock is impregnable, Sansa. Robb will not be able to get in with his army. Fear not, my dear." He kissed the top of her head before spinning her around to face him properly. He pulled her flush against him and said, "I haven't had you since the night of the Kingsguard fight."

"Aye, you haven't, my lord." Sansa replied, coyly. Jaime kissed her as he undid her laces slowly, his hand grazing her breasts as he did. The touch lasted only a moment though, he pulled away and took her hand in his, pulling her toward the large windows on the south wall of their chamber. From it, she could see Lannisport. It was such a vast, rich city. Only Oldtown is larger, she thought. It looked so small from where she stood, staring out the glass, but that was only because she was so high up in the air. She wondered how Robb hoped to take the city. Surely he knew it was a lost cause. Why doesn't he know I'm safe? That I'm happy? That I'm…She shook the last thought out of her head. She glanced back at Jaime and he was smiling at her.

"Look." He said, pointing at the water. The sun was setting and the orange, yellow, red, and pink was reflecting off of the water, making Lannisport shine like some sort of jewel. Hot breath on Sansa's neck alerted her to how close Jaime had gotten to her. She shivered in anticipation of his lips on her neck but they didn't come. He whispered in her ear, "It's beautiful, isn't it? I was afraid we would miss it."

"It is beautiful."

They watched the sun set over Lannisport, Jaime holding Sansa in his arms. When the sky had darkened and Sansa had grown tired, Jaime pulled her to the bed. He unlaced her dress for her and she climbed into bed in her shift as he undressed himself. She had missed the feel of a real feather bed and this bed felt like all seven heavens combined. Jaime climbed in next to her and pulled her against him. He nuzzle her neck and she smiled to herself.

She may have been forced to marry him but she loved him anyway. He was the only one she wanted and she wouldn't trade him for any other man. He was hers and she was his. She hoped that if Jaime managed to capture Robb that she would be given the chance to reason with her brother.

Robb's defeated Jaime in battle before…The little voice in her head had creeped in to ruin her mood.

Yes, that's true, she told it, but Jaime was outflanked and surprised…

And what if Robb does the same again?

Sansa thought and thought and thought but she kept coming to the same conclusion: Robb would kill Jaime without a moment's thought.

See? The voice said. There is no hope for your precious Kingslayer, not if Robb Stark uses his wits.

Sansa knew the voice was right but she would never admit it. She would have to convince Jaime not to lead his host out of Casterly Rock. It was the only way.

Sansa felt a kiss on her brow and opened her eyes to see Jaime leaning over her. He slid his arm over her waist and took her hand in his. His green eyes were searching her face as she stared back at him. He asked softly, "Are you okay?"

She shook her head, it was a small movement, so small that Jaime almost missed it. She whispered, "You can't lead your men into Lannisport when my brother attacks."

"Why?" He leaned up on his elbow to better look at her.

"You won't do it if you love me." Her hand caressed his cheek.

"Sansa, you haven't told me why." His voice was stern, he was growing impatient. His face was hard as he stared at her and he was waiting for her to say the right thing. He was stubborn that way, she knew it.

She took a deep breath before saying, "If you lead your men, my brother will kill you. He will behead you in front of your own people and House Lannister will fall."

Jaime just looked at her for a moment before he burst out laughing. She stared at him incredulously, waiting for him to explain himself. He did after several moments. "House Lannister wouldn't fall with the death of me. My father lives, as do my siblings and too many cousins to count. If I fall on the field of battle, the world will not end because of it."

"Mine will."

Jaime sighed and looked away from her. To the wall, he said, his voice strained, "Your world will be fine. You will be fine, Sansa. With or without me."

Sansa pulled away from him and rolled over, too upset with his indifference at surviving. Didn't he understand that she didn't want to go back to Winterfell? She didn't want the North, she didn't want her old friends, she didn't want her old life. All she wanted was to move forward. She wanted him. She wanted to unite the North and the Westerlands. She wanted to end the feud between House Lannister and House Stark. She wanted Jaime. Alive. But he didn't care.

"Are you upset with me?" His voice was quiet and she could hear the sadness in it. But he hadn't cared about her sadness, why should she care about his? Sansa just closed her eyes until she felt him sink down into the bed on his back. She waited until she heard his breathing become shallow and she knew he was asleep. Then she started to cry.

When she woke the next morning, Jaime was gone. She laid in bed for the longest time, thinking of the night before and how it had turned bad so fast.

"Lady Sansa?" A girl had entered without her hearing the door open. Sansa pulled the blankets around her and the girl smiled. "I'm your new handmaiden, Emeline Lannister." She had golden hair, like most Lannisters, it was long and curly. She was beautiful, Sansa had to admit; most of them were. She was young still, maybe twelve, and tall already, still growing. She would be terribly beautiful and that would make her terribly powerful one day. There needed to be fewer Lannisters in power.

You're thinking like a Stark again.

Sansa shook the thought from her head and remembered what her septa had taught her. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Emeline."

The Lannister girl smiled and beckoned for Sansa to get out of bed. Emeline was holding a green dress, one of those she had worn while in King's Landing. Sansa asked, pulling her shift on under the covers, "Where did you get that?"

"Your luggage arrived, my lady." Emeline said, holding out the dress. Sansa smiled and climbed out of bed. She walked to Emeline and the handmaiden helped her into the dress. She laced up Sansa's dress for her then had Sansa sit down in front of the looking glass. Emeline began to braid her hair on the sides. She connected the braids at the back of Sansa's head and continued the braid with the rest of Sansa's hair. Sansa enjoyed the feel of her hands in her hair. Emeline was born to be a handmaiden. Sansa would never tell her father that, whomever he may be; some important Lannister probably.

Emeline's hands left her hair and Sansa stood, facing her. The Lannister handmaiden said, "Lord Jaime told me to take you to his cousin Joy. She is to show you around."

Sansa nodded, surprised that Jaime had planned anything for her that day. She thought he was still upset with her. Is he upset with me? She honestly didn't know if he had been even the night previous.

Sansa put on a smile for Emeline and said, "Please take me to my lord husband."

Emeline looked uncomfortable but she was stubborn and stood her ground. "No, my lady. Lord Jaime said to take you to Joy. Lord Jaime is very busy today."

Sansa couldn't help but feel disappointment at Jaime's avoidance of her. But, she was a highborn lady, she couldn't show it. Her head held high, she said, "Take me to Joy."

"Of course, my lady."

Joy was only a few floors below them so it didn't take long. Sansa figured she would have to plan whole days around getting places within the Rock. It was so much larger than Winterfell. She wondered if she would ever get used to it.

Joy Hill was young, eleven or twelve, with long, wavy golden hair. She was fairly beautiful but Sansa could see the lowborn in her. She wondered what her mother had looked like. Then she realized that she shouldn't care. It was clear from the first moment she opened her mouth that Joy was the embodiment of her name. She was happy to have Sansa there.

She took Sansa's hand the second that she came in and yanked her right back out the door. "We have so much to see, Lady Sansa!"

Joy showed her around the main keep first. It was mostly the great hall, chambers, meeting rooms, halls upon halls upon halls, towers, a large sept, and a massive library. As they exited the great hall, Sansa saw that they were serving what appeared to be lunch. She asked, "Is it afternoon already?"

"Is it?" Joy had been chatting away about the tapestries in the room, some from the Dance of Dragons.

"Can we eat?" Sansa asked, having not realized how hungry she was. She had never broken her fast.

"As you wish, my lady." Joy said as Sansa sat down at the high table. Joy went to sit at a place better suited for her station and Sansa watched her go. She sat next to a boy around their age with short golden hair and pleasant features. Another Lannister.

Sansa stood from the high table where she was all alone, as Jaime didn't appear to be eating in the hall for the meal, and went to sit with her new friend. The boy stood when she neared.

"My lady." He said, giving her a small bow.

Sansa smiled and sunk into a shallow curtsy. "My lord."

The boy shook his head. "Not a lord, my lady."

He looked bemused as he sat down next to Joy again. Sansa sat opposite them and asked, "Then what should I call you?"
"Walder Frey."

"They call him Red Walder." Joy said. "Since there's so many of them."

Sansa couldn't help but smile. "Pardon me, but you don't look like a Frey."

"You mean I'm not ugly." Walder said.

"I didn't say that." Sansa was staring into the plate in front of her. She felt like she could drown in her venison and barley soup. Raucous laughter made her look up; Joy and Red Walder were bent over the table, lost to fits of guffaws. "Did I miss something?"
When he had recovered enough, Walder said, "The look on your face. You turned nearly as red as your locks, my lady!"

This only made her blush more. Joy said, "Oft he is told that, my lady."

Sansa frowned. "My apologies, Walder."

"No offense taken, Lady Sansa." Red Walder said, smiling. "It's…nice to be one of the few good-looking Freys."

"That's because you're half-Lannister, you twit." Joy said, giggling. She jabbed him in the side.

"Which half?" Sansa was finding it hard to get in a word with the two but she found that she was having a lovely time with them regardless. It was an odd thing to be spending time with people her own age. She had grown so accustomed to court and being with people her parents' ages that she had forgotten what it was like to be fourteen again. She would have to thank Jaime, if he was speaking to her.

Walder said, "I'm Walder Frey, son of Emmon Frey and Genna Lannister. I'm your husband's cousin, as is Joy here. Mum is Lord Jaime's aunt and Lord Tywin's sister."

"And which Frey is Emmon?" There were so many of them, Sansa had never bothered to keep track. She knew her father had never held much stock in the Freys. He thought them cowardly. Her mother didn't have a high opinion of them either. Her late grandfather, Lord Hoster Tully, called Walder Frey the "Late Lord Frey" for his cowardice on the battlefield. Her brother had broken a pact with them by marrying his current wife, showing how little he thought of them.

"My father is Lord Walder's second son." That cleared it up. Had Emmon been any other son, any younger, Sansa would have lost him to the mass. It is said that Walder Frey has over a hundred descendants. Sansa couldn't imagine a family like that. She knew that the Lannisters were numerous but at least they were good-looking. This Walder Frey was lucky, he was half-Lannister. He wasn't weasel-faced like most Freys.

Sansa nodded to him. "And you, Joy? How are you related?"

"My father was Gerion Lannister, Lord Tywin's brother, Jaime's uncle. I'm Jaime's cousin."

"And your mother?" From the look on Joy's face, Sansa wished she hadn't asked. "Pardon me, Joy, I shouldn't pry."

"It's quite all right, my lady. It's been some time." Joy said, forcing a smile. "My mother was Briony, a lowborn. After my father disappeared across the Narrow Sea, my mother disappeared too. I haven't had much of a home. Lord Jaime thought I should come here, sent a letter to me in Lannisport a few weeks back so I could be settled by the time you arrived. He thought you should have a friend here."

Sansa smiled. To Walder, she asked, "Is you family here?"

"Somewhere I expect." He shrugged.

"You're unsure?"

"I'm a page for Ser Benedict Broom, the master-at-arms, they could be at the Twins for all I care. My days are spent in the yard, training, and running errands."

"You don't like your family?"

"Is that too hard to believe?" Walder asked, surprised. "Mum's alright but Father's a cu…not pleasant man. My brothers aren't too bright and not much of lookers to be honest. Mum says I got all of the looks and brains."

"Lucky you." Joy muttered, stifling a laugh.

They knew their meal had run long when a burly man in armor entered the room, barking for Red Walder. "Pardon me, my ladies." He gave them a wink before hurrying after his master who continued to yell at him.

After lunch, Joy showed her the lower levels of Casterly Rock, the part built into the rock itself. They spent over an hour each in the Golden Gallery and the Hall of Heroes, where honorable Lannisters were laid to rest after death. The old sept was down there, as well as the mines that Joy nearly got them lost in. Joy held the torch as she led Sansa through the not-so-empty dungeons. They then went into the cages that used to hold lions and other animals. On the way back up to the keep at the end of their journey, Joy showed her the Stone Garden; Sansa nearly cried. The weirwood stood in the center, it was massive and beautiful. How it grew in the rock, she didn't know but she didn't bother to contemplate. The tree was twisted and looked queer but it was perfect to Sansa. She walked to it and placed a hand against the bark.

"That's right, the Starks worship the Old Gods! I forgot, pardon me, Lady Sansa!" Joy said, hitting herself in the forehead with her palm.

"It's all right, Joy." Sansa said, smiling. "I worship the New, too."

"Why both, my lady?"

"I choose not to limit myself." She said simply. "Would you mind leaving for a moment?"

"Of course, my lady."

Sansa waited for Joy to step out of the godswood before she knelt down to pray to the Old Gods. She prayed for Robb to gain sense and turn around to Riverrun. She prayed that Jaime would stay within Casterly Rock if Robb did attack Lannisport. She prayed for an alliance between House Stark and House Lannister. She prayed for happiness. She prayed for peace. She prayed that the Old Gods were listening.

She would repeat the prayers later in the sept.

Sansa returned to Joy and they wound their way back up to the keep atop the Rock, finding several gardens, storerooms, barracks, and too many hallways to count along the way. Jaime wasn't at evening meal. After eating and listening to Joy and Red Walder talk her ear off, she prayed in the sept and returned to their chambers, Joy accompanying her to the door. She shut it and readied herself for bed. She went onto the balcony in her shift and wrapped in a grey cloak. She watched Lannisport as she leaned against the railway. The docks were still busy despite the hour. Ships came and went and she assumed things were being unloaded, though it was too far to see such an activity. Ships sailed so close to the Rock she worried they would crash.

"Sansa?" She heard Jaime call from the chamber. She hadn't heard the door open.

"Out here." She turned to see him walk through the doorway. He smiled at her as he walked to her.

"Did you have a pleasant day with Joy?" Jaime asked, his hands coming to her hips. She leaned against his chest. Even through his jerkin, she could still feel the lean muscles. She wrapped her arms around his slim waist.

"I did. And what did my husband do today?" She asked against him.

"Argued mostly." Jaime said.

"Over what?"

"My brother's trial. Your brother's army. My father's army. Lannisport. The War of the Five Kings, as they call it. My ineptitude at swordplay."

"So quite a bit then?"

"Yes, my lady. Quite a bit." She could feel him chuckle.

"Is this why you are so late to bed?" She asked, looking up at him.

"No." He pulled away from her and walked back into the chamber. She followed him. He had begun to undress and when he pulled off his shirt, the flickering torch on the wall revealed the yellow bruises forming on his chest.

"Jaime, what have you been doing?"

He glanced at her before turning to the bed. "What do you mean? I have been sitting in my solar all day."

"The bruises, Jaime. You should have kept a shirt on had you not wished for me to see." Sansa said, her hands on her hips as she stared coldly at him.

"You're a bit scary when you look like that, you know." He said as he climbed into bed. She let out a huff and she heard him chuckle. She climbed into bed and he propped himself up on an elbow to face her. "I saw Ser Benedict today. He's the…"

"I know who he is."

"Then you can probably guess a reason why I went to see him."

"Just tell me, Jaime. No secrets."

He sighed and ran his handless wrist over her waist. "I asked him to train me. I want to be able to fight with my left hand."

"Don't be ashamed to tell me such a thing." Sansa said. She grabbed his wrist and pressed the stump to her lips. "I love you no matter what. I want you to remember that."

"I shall. Now to sleep with you. I have an eventful day planned for you tomorrow."

"You do?" Excitement coursed through her.

"Yes. Sleep, now."

"Yes, my lord." She kissed him softly before cuddling against his chest.

"Joy's a sweet girl but I wish to show you parts of the castle she doesn't think to show you." Jaime said as he popped a grape into his mouth. He had servants bring food up to their chamber to break their fast. Emeline was lacing up Sansa's dress and Jaime said, "She'll have no need of you today, Emeline. You may have the day off."

Her handmaiden looked delighted as she scurried out of the room when her tasks were done. Sansa walked to him and took a piece of fruit. "You'll spoil her, giving her entire days off."

"I know." Jaime said, smiling. "But, today, I plan to spoil you."

"Do you?"

"Yes. Now eat. You'll need your strength. There's much climbing ahead of you."

"Climbing?" She asked uncertainly.

"Stairs, my love." She felt uneasy but realized that this was her life now. Casterly Rock was full of stairs. All it was was stone steps. Stone halls. Stone rooms. Stone. Stone. Stone.

A knock on their door sounded and Jaime bid the intruder permission to enter. Josmyn Peckledon joined them in their chamber and he said with a bow, "Lord Jaime, Lady Sansa. News of Robb Stark's movement."

Sansa tensed as Jaime took the scroll from Peck, who relayed the news aloud, "The Young Wolf moves through the mountains north of the Golden Tooth, my lord."

"As we thought he would." Jaime said, nodding. He handed the scroll back to Josmyn, who burned it in the hearth. Jaime nodded for Peck to leave them and the squire did as he was bid. To Sansa, he said, "Your brother will be upon us within a week."

Her prayers had not been answered. She wondered why she bothered anymore.

Hours later, they were in the bowels of the Rock, escaping their responsibilities for a little while. The caverns were located in the far western part of the Rock, near the sea. It was growing colder and colder the deeper they went. Sansa was shivering and out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jaime pull the red cloak from his shoulders, she hadn't thought to wear one. He offered it to her and she took it, wrapping it around her bare shoulders. He continued leading her through the caverns.

A carving on the wall caught her eye and she stopped to inspect it. It was of two large stick figures and one small squat figure. One of the tall figures had long, wavy string-like hair cascading from its head, the other two had short stringy hair. Sansa smiled. It was Jaime, Cersei, and Tyrion. It had to be.

"Ah, you've found my handiwork. A little shaky, I admit, but I haven't always been as skilled with a dagger." Jaime said from where she had left him.

"It's cute."

"Cute?" He scoffed. "Not cute. Nothing I do is cute, my lady."

Sansa laughed and walked back to him, taking his hand. "Stop being modest. That is very cute, my lord."

Jaime rolled his eyes but led her further on, away from the 'cute' carving. Sansa kept her eyes narrowed on the walls for more carving on the walls but found none. She hadn't been paying attention to their destination. They had arrived at a port. It was so large that massive ships were docked within Casterly Rock itself. Men were loading crates onto ships and taking crates off of them. The mines led directly to the port, tracks coming almost to the water. She suspected that gold could be brought right to the ships and sent off.

"This was my favorite spot within the Rock as a kid." Jaime admitted after a moment. "I used to sit over there, by the edge, watching the ships come and go. Watching the sailors dock and go to war. I loved the sounds of the men shouting orders, the feel of the water misting over me as the waves crashed against the rocks below."

Sansa smiled and took his real hand in hers. She was glad that he had shared this with her. "It's magnificent, Jaime."

He just nodded.

She pulled him away from it after half an hour of exploration. She knew what she wanted and it was easy to find a place to accomplish her plan down here in the labyrinth of nooks and hidden passages. "Take me somewhere less…public."

A mischievous glint passed though Jaime's eyes and he pulled her hastily away from the men loading crates onto ships. He led her back through the cavern and through a crack in the wall that she hadn't seen upon first glance. They had barely been able to squeeze through it and it led to a small cave.

"Is this where you bring all of the girls?" She joked. Jaime just looked at her. She cast her eyes aside. "Oh."

She was forced to push the thought aside when his lips crashed against hers and his tongue infiltrated her mouth. Her hands went to his shirt and she lifted it over his head. He unlaced his breeches and they fell to the floor. He broke from her and pulled his cloak from her shoulders. He laid it on the stone floor. Sansa laid atop it and Jaime laid atop her. Sansa's dress was too much work so Jaime just pushed it up and, kissing her, slipped his hard member inside of her. She released a moan into his mouth. He smiled against her lips and set a grueling pace inside of her. She placed both hands on his hips to still him. He broke his lips from her to stare at her, hurt.

"On your back, Ser." She said, with more strength than she thought she had. He did as he was told, something that surprised Sansa. She hiked up her skirts and slid herself back onto his member. She began to roll her hips over him and put her hands on his chest to stabilize herself. He was gasping at the pleasure she was causing him, her name rolling off of his tongue like it had always belonged there.

She pulled herself off of him when she knew he was about to release himself. He looked angrier than she had ever seen him. She simply pointed to the stone bench cut into the wall. He scrambled to sit himself upon it. She straddled him, facing him, as she began to slowly slide herself down onto him. Jaime thrust up into her hard. She placed a hand on his stomach and said, "Slow, Jaime."

"Sansa! Men have been tortured in more pleasant ways than this."

"Than perhaps you would prefer me to stop." Sansa made to stand but Jaime grabbed her waist and forced her back onto his manhood.

"You will keep doing what you're doing until I'm finished with you."

She smiled and resumed her torture of him. She slowly picked up the pace when she knew he couldn't take it anymore. He was sweating from the need of release. "Sansa, please."

"Patience, Jaime."

"Fuck your patience." He cried out, a whine really. Frustrated, but extremely aroused and incredibly close to releasing, Jaime picked her up. She clung to him to keep from falling. He pressed her against the nearest wall and fucked her with all of his might. He released all he had not a minute later.

They both collapse onto the cloak, sweating profusely. He gasped, "Fine. I won't lead my men into battle. I'll send Ser Tybolt in my stead. I know that's what you want."

Sansa took his hand in hers and squeezed it. "Thank you, Jaime." He pulled her hand to his lips and pressed them against her skin, his eyes on hers.

Cersei Lannister was right. Her most powerful weapon was what was between her legs. She asked, "Take me to Lannisport tomorrow?"

"Whatever you wish, my love."

Fun Fact: This is the longest chapter I've ever written for a fanfic at 5,335 words. Crazy, I know.