As you can probably tell, most of the POVs are going to be Sansa and Tyrion. The main focus of this story is their relationship. I will be adding some Daenerys scenes in there as the war approaches. This will probably be a really long story. The ideas just keep on flowing! Thank you all for reading. Enjoy!
TYRION
He woke to sound of gentle snoring next to him. He looked at his wife and watched her. If this is a dream, gods be merciful and let me sleep forever. The past two days felt like a dream. This beautiful woman, who had once been his forced child-bride, came to him and all but begged him to keep her as his wife. If only she knew that he would have said yes no matter how she asked. He'd always been afraid to admit it to himself, let alone anyone else, that he had always had an eye for the gorgeous Stark girl. He remembered seeing her for the first time in Winterfell. She couldn't have been older than thirteen, but still she moved with grace and with the beauty that only a Tully and Stark combination could possibly create. He hadn't been attracted to her sexually, but even then he could see what kind of woman she would grow into, and that interested him. When she unfortunately became the ward of his wicked sister, she was tortured constantly by his vile nephew. He watched her get out of dangerous and deadly situations with nothing but her wit and sharp mind. For that, he admired her. He thought back to their wedding day, seeing her walking towards him in the sept. At fourteen, she was clearly too young to be wed, but still painfully breathtaking in her golden gown. During the weeks of their marriage, he had accidentally caught glimpses of her perfect, creamy skin. He had a sexual desire for her, yes. But it was much more than that. He admired her grace, her mind, and appreciated her beauty. With all of the horrible things I've done in my life, how did I earn this creature next to me? He wondered. A knock on the door woke her up. She stretched lazily and looked up at Tyrion, smiling. "Make them go away" she whispered.
Tyrion laughed and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead before jumping out of bed. He threw on his britches and a shirt and opened the door. "My Lord, we are ready for you." Podrick said warmly. "Wonderful, give us five minutes to get ready". He shut the door and faced Sansa. "Get dressed; I have a surprise for you". It was just about dinner time. They had spent the day walking the grounds, showing Sansa the sites, and talking. "What is it?" She asked, fixing her hair and adjusting her dress. Daenerys had wasted no time in ordering a closet full of gowns and dresses for Sansa to wear. Though she is a practical girl, Tyrion knew she enjoyed the pretty new things. "You know I won't ruin the surprise by telling you. Are you ready?" She stood up and reached for his hand, letting him lead the way.
They followed Podrick up many flights of stairs. Tyrion's legs were cramping by the second flight, but he knew it would be worth it. Sansa slowed her pace to match his, never letting go of his hand. After climbing what seemed like ten flights, they finally arrived at a door. Podrick held it open for them and gave the couple a small smile. Tyrion motioned for Sansa to go first. It was the twilight hour, the sun still sat very low in the sky, and the horizon was a deep shade of navy on the opposite side. He hoped she'd enjoy herself this evening.
"Oh, Tyrion… It's beautiful." He watched his young wife look around her with fascination. There were hundreds of candles surrounding them, blending in to the stars that were beginning to appear. It was as though they blended into the sky. There was a small table set for two near the far corner of the roof. Tyrion kissed her hand and led her to their seats. A delicious meal of pork, mixed vegetables, cheese, and berries was served with an aged bottle of rare Dornish wine. They ate and talked and drank happily. The meal concluded with a special treat of lemon cakes. Sansa felt like a little girl again as she dove into the treats. She was about to speak when the music started. Tyrion smiled as he saw that she recognized one of the songs that played at their wedding. "We never did have our first dance" he said, holding out his hand. Sansa took his hand and grinned. It was awkward at first with their height difference, but Sansa knelt for husband in the way she refused to do on their wedding day. They held each other and danced until the candles nearly faded.
They made their way back to their quarters hand in hand, each lost in their own thoughts. Tyrion felt happier than he ever had. Not only did he have this beautiful, smart, and talented woman for a wife, but she actually wanted him around. They enjoyed getting to know one another, he loved showering her with gifts and teaching her some of his favorite games. They reached their room and he opened the door for her. There was another gift he wanted to give to her. "Another gift?" she asked teasingly as he handed her the little box. "Another forgotten wedding custom, I'm afraid" he replied as he watched her pull out the ring. He had it made specifically for her. It was platinum with a row of diamonds encrusted on the sides. The middle sported a large sapphire the same color as Sansa's eyes. "It's beautiful. Thank you." she handed him the ring "will you put it on for me?" She held out her left hand for him, he carefully placed the ring on her wedding finger and kissed it. He let go of her hand and left her to get ready for bed. He understood why they were waiting to truly consummate their marriage, and he did not want to bring up bad memories from her past by rushing things. Still, sleeping next to her made it difficult to hide his desires.
They laid side by side, each wearing a night shirt and covered by a thin sheet. Nights in the south were hot and required no more than that. Tyrion couldn't decide whether or not to touch her. He did not want to scare her off when he just finally got her back. He was still going back and forth in his mind when Sansa turned to him and nuzzled into his chest. "Will you hold me, Tyrion?" He wrapped his short arm around her shoulders and stroked her hair until she fell asleep. Sansa Stark, you overestimate my self-control.