During the middle of the night of the Royal Party's stay at another Lord's residence, Alica saw Sansa come to her crying. She sat up in her bed and watched as Sansa sat down at the foot of her bed in tears. Alica moved so she could sit next to Sansa, she wondered what might have happened to her. Alica put her hand on Sansa's shoulder to comfort her.

"They killed Lady." Sansa sobbed.

"What?" Alica asked. "No one told me of this."

"The queen didn't want you there so she didn't tell you about what happened at The Trident." Sansa wrapped her arms around Alica. "Joffrey attacked a butcher's boy who was pretending to sword fight Arya and Arya attacked him, and then her wolf bit him. Her wolf is gone, but the queen ordered that mine be killed."

"I am so sorry." Alica said. She didn't know what else to say.

"This is all Arya's fault!" Sansa cried. "If she wasn't so wild, Lady would still be alive."

"I don't think Arya did that to have your wolf be killed." Alica tried talking sense into Sansa. "She was just protecting someone she considered a friend."

"She had no business being friends with a butcher's boy." Sansa said bitterly.

"Well, are you friends with your handmaiden?" Alica asked.

"Yes, but that's different." Sansa said.

"Not really." Alica told her. "It's good to have friends among the smallfolk, it means you have friends who will defend you when no high lords will." Sansa kept crying. "Come on, let's get you back to your chambers, we have a long day of travelling tomorrow and you need rest." Alica told Sansa, helping her up and escorting her back to her chambers. Sansa laid down and wrapped herself in the covers.

"I'm sorry, Lady Alica, it was rude to me to come to you so late at night." Sansa apologized.

"I am here for you and Arya whenever you may need me." Alica told her. "Now, get some sleep." Alica said before she got up to leave a slightly calmer Sansa.

"Lady Alica." Sansa called. Alica turned back around towards Sansa. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Alica said before leaving.

Through the journey, Alica became like cousins with Sansa and Arya. While Arya might not have admired her as much, Sansa looked up to her almost as much as she did the queen. Alica had a tenderness in her heart for Sansa, reminding her of her younger sister, who was now married to a young Karstark man she fell in love with, and had two children of her own.

When arriving in King's Landing, Alica couldn't help but smile at the look of wonder on the Stark girl's faces. Sansa was all smiles, while Arya's eyes were full of curiosity. The two of them couldn't help but look around as they were brought and settled in. Alica had to part ways with them, she wanted her baby to be checked by a maester.

After the small council meeting, she was checked by Grand Maester Pycelle himself for her child's health, and he was honored to do so, as he respected Lord Tywin greatly. He reported to Alica that her child was in good health and that she was almost three months along with a boy judging by how she was carrying. Alica had no idea she had been pregnant for that long, and it thrilled her to know it. She must have gotten pregnant the day her virginity was taken, or so she liked to think.

When Alica went to bed that night though, she cried. After such a wonderful day, there was still something missing for her. Her husband's touch, his voice, his caring. She hadn't felt that in two months. Alica sobbed and sobbed not just because she missed him, but because of how much her body yearned for him. If she thought she had been desperate before her first bedding, it didn't compare to what she felt now.

Alica's right hand eventually slipped between her legs, inserting her middle finger inside. Alica moaned, she was unable to touch herself for two months, and her body burned delightfully at this first touch. Yet, it was not the burn she craved. She wanted to feel the burn of her husband's hot, aroused flesh, the burn of his tongue, his hands, his cock, his eyes.

Alica wanted that burn, she wanted the wildfire, not the lit candle she was feeling now. She wanted the snarl in his voice echoing in her ears as he told her all the filthy things that were on his mind. She wished he would be ready to have her home soon, because her unsatisfied lust was turning into her personal hell.

Alica didn't dare moan, she kept quiet, even though the release of two month's pent up energy was making it nearly impossible. If Tywin were here, her moaning would be justifiable, but he wasn't, so she had to keep what she was doing a secret.

She came silently, mentally begging Tywin to cum as well, pretending he was here. Alica after the glow of her orgasm, returned to crying and missing her husband. She noticed how much her belly swelled. She was now noticeably rounder in her dresses, not just in her belly, but slightly in her breasts and hips as well. She knew Tywin would find her changing body irresistible, and she knew she would be noticeably further along in her pregnancy by the time she saw him again. Alica, meanwhile, could only fantasize his reaction. She decided that she would write him a letter. She lit a candle at the desk provided for her, and she started writing.

Dearest Husband,

Your child is healthy and I am almost three months along according to the Grand Maester. He believes the baby is a boy judging how I'm carrying. I miss you terribly, and I hope to be back at Casterly Rock soon. I hope all is well with you, and that you do not stress yourself too much over my safety. I am being well taken care of.

With love.

Alica.

She set her quill down and rolled up the letter, tying it with a string. She would send it with a raven tomorrow, but for now, she was finally tired enough to get some rest.