Cersei and Jamie arrived together. Sansa hadn't returned yet, and Tyrion was starting to worry whether she would make it back at all that evening.
"Perhaps you should keep better control over your wife, little brother," Cersei mocked. She had that look upon her face that said she thought she was better than everybody else. She wasn't, of course, and she and everyone else knew it; but it didn't stop her.
"Perhaps it would be better if we treated her like a person, rather than a sheep. And perhaps if we stopped killing off her family, then she may warm to us all. Perhaps then, she would be willing to let me into her bed," Tyrion was getting tired of the way they were treating Sansa. It wasn't fair on the girl, she didn't ask for any of this.
"We're Lannisters, Tyrion. We do what our father tells us, and we pretend that it's for the greater good. Everybody hates us, and always will. Unfortunately, there is no cure for it. At least, not one that I can see in the foreseeable future"
Tyrion looked at his brother, "of course it's not in the foreseeable future, otherwise you'd be able to see it, surely? Perhaps one day though, our descendents will not be looked upon with as much hate as we are now. I cannot see any child of Margery's being hated. And any child of Sansa and myself would not stand for anything so foul, I'm sure"
"That witch could not care less about our family. She is marrying Joffrey for her own personal gain, I'm sure"
"Well, of course she is. Why else would anyone marry that boy? He-"
"I think that's quite enough, Tyrion, thank you," Jamie was tired of the constant confrontation between the three of them, "Let's not argue. If Sansa hears us arguing from outside the door, do you really think she'll want to join us? No, of course she won't. She'll run away. Why will she run away? Because she's a child, and she is scared; I don't blame her, really. How could anyone ever want to marry into our family? Now let's just try and get along, for her sake, if not for our own"
"For once, I'm going to have to agree with Jamie. I think more wine is in order," and with that, Tyrion turned to find a squire, "could you please fetch us some more wine? I think we may be waiting for a little while longer"
Cersei suppressed a sigh. It was going to be a long evening.
When Sansa finally turned up for dinner, she found her husband and his siblings sat round the table in silence, "Good evening You Grace, Sir Jamie, My Lord."
"Sansa!" Tyrion was surprised she had made it back at all, "we were starting to think you would never return. I trust that your walk was enjoyable?"
"Yes, My Lord. It was, thank you," she sat herself down between Tyrion and Cersei, and looked down at the table.
"How are you My Lady? I trust that my brother has been treating you well? I know what he can be like," Jamie started the conversation, not wanting to upset anyone when it was unnecessary.
Sansa gave him a small smile, "well, Sir Jamie, thank you for asking," and she returned to look back at the table.
Cersei looked away from Sansa to address the other three, trying to lift some of the tension, "I think it's about time we got some food on this table, we've waited quite long enough all ready," and she shot Sansa a sickly sweet look, she didn't have to make this time better for everyone, and Sansa definitely wasn't on the top of her list. In fact, she had no real reason to be particularly nice to anyone this evening.
"Good idea, sister," Turning again to the squire, he asked, "if you would please."
The silence continued for a few minutes as they started eating. All were looking around at the others, thinking who's ridiculous idea this was to have a meal with the little brother she hates, she sister in law she possibly hates even more, and the brother who can't understand that she doesn't want to know him right now. "Come on now Cersei," Tyrion thought he had better say something, even if it was just encouraging someone else to speak, "It was your idea to have this little get together, after all. It just seems a little rude with you sat in silence there"
"Sansa and yourself are the hosts here, are you not? Perhaps you could divulge what your marriage has been like so far. Sansa has assured us that you have been treating her well, but are you getting along. It would be pleasant to know that your marriage has not been in vain."
"Is that supposed to be some cruel joke?" Sansa was gland that Tyrion had said what she was talking, because she was fairly sure that she would not have gotten away with it.
"Why would I joke about something like marriage? You have to spend the rest of your lives together. I just wanted to be sure that you won't be too unhappy, that's all" Cersei smiled at Tyrion, then glanced over to Sansa, where her smile dropped slightly.