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Tyrion

The tower cell was comfortable as far as accommodations go for the accused. It was also proof that Cersei's hold over him was not yet complete; if that was true, then he would have been consigned to the black cells. His lord father clearly had a say in his accommodations. Tyrion supposed that a Lannister in the black cells would shame the family name, the only thing father ever thinks about.

The cell had been prepared in a hurry he could tell". Probably in the time it took for my stunted legs to walk here", Tyrion thought aloud. The Goldcloaks had wasted no time in escorting him here. As they walked him out of the feast, Cersei demanded to know where his wife was, he could only shrug before his father sent a score of men to check all the places Sansa would usually be found and ordered the Goldcloaks to shut the gates to the city and lock down the harbor.

Tyrion wondered if they had found her. The men sent to look for her most likely knew where she would be. The armed escort detailed to his wife had frequently rotated thanks to his sister, which would mean that many of his father's men were familiar with her personal habits.

As if to answer his thoughts, the door opened and his wife entered. He noticed the guards behind her and noted that they had found her. She was wearing a green hooded cloak and a dress of brown wool, she must have been found in our chambers. Her tearstained face was frozen in a state of pure terror. Even now she looked very beautiful; albeit a haunted sort of beauty.

The heavy wooden door was shut and locked behind her. She ran to the bed and buried her face in the pillows and sobbed openly. "Sansa" he called to her, but she did not respond. Something seemed wrong. His wife never showed this much emotion in his presence. Why would she be crying now, considering everything else she had been through? She's been a prisoner in all but name, unless...

He looked at her again, her choice of clothing made her inconspicuous. It was almost as if she knew that his sister would want her too. But she was long gone when Joffrey finally died, how could she possibly know that the queen would arrest her? Could she have poisoned his nephew and left him to his fate. Oddly enough, it made sense in a strange way, except that he could never imagine Sansa as a killer nor someone capable of such rashness.

Tyrion waddled towards the bed. "What have you done?" He asked her calmly.

Sansa

She had done nothing, except for trying to escape King's Landing, but then she realized that he thought she killed Joffrey. The Lannister captain that her captors answered to told her that her that Tyrion was accused by the queen of regicide and kinslaying. The officer also told her that she was accused of the same crimes. Kinslayer, she was a Lannister only in name. They would both be tried for the same crimes.

"Sansa," her dwarf husband called again. She could smell the wine that Joffrey poured on his clothes. This time she thought she heard fear in his voice. "Where did you go?" She finally turned to face him and saw worry in his mismatched eyes.

"To the godswood" she answered truthfully. Tyrion's face contorted into a look of disbelief. "Why?" She did not want to tell him about the hairnet, or Ser Dontos, or the escape that she had been anticipating for months, but he would find out anyway during the trial. Sansa remembered the hairnet; she must have dropped it when they killed Ser Dontos. She paled as she remembered it. The queen would have evidence to condemn them both because of it.

"Ser Dontos told me that would take me home after the wedding if I wore a magical hairnet." Sansa replied weakly

"And you trusted a fool?" Her lord husband glared at her with fury. Sansa was terrified, Tyrion had never really been angry at her. He wanted to strike her, she could see it. Yet he did not.

"I was going to give you Winterfell!" He raised his voice.

"Winterfell is already my home." Sansa said sadly.

"You don't have a home, Winterfell is in ruins and occupied by Boltons. What would you have done after escaping King's Landing?"

Sansa swallowed hard, she knew he was right. There was nobody left in the North to help her. There was nobody left to help her anywhere.

"You trusted a fool, but you could not trust your husband." He said with bitter disappointment.

"You're a Lannister," she said defensibly.

This time he did not hold back and slapped her hard across her left cheek. For a small man, Tyrion was rather strong.

"So are you my dear wife!" Tyrion exclaimed in scornful fury "I suppose that means we are in Cersei's favor."

It seemed so wrong now. Tyrion would never have betrayed her to Joffrey, the queen, or even his lord father. Sansa was struck with the realization of how foolish she had been. Fresh tears spilled from her eyes. Tears are a woman's weapon; she could hear the queen saying. It felt strange that she would think of that now, but she could see her lord husband struggling to control his rage.

"That hairnet, the one you wore to the wedding, did that come from him? " Sansa nodded, "He said that they were black amethysts from Asshai but there was murder in them."

"Yes," Tyrion added with subdued rage "Our murders."

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