Thank you so much for your reviews! I can't believe how many this story has gotten in just one day. I'm happy that I'm not alone in my love for Tyrion & Sansa together. I will be getting into Tyrion & Daenerys conversations and planning of the battle soon, I really wanted to set the stage for the reconciliation of his marriage first. As for other characters from the show, I can't say! I get my best ideas as I'm writing, so we'll all have to wait and see. Enjoy!

SANSA

She was sitting on her bed, waiting in her shift. The room was dark, only lit by the moonlight and a fading candle in the corner of the room. Something was wrong. Suddenly the door swung open violently and a tall figure entered the room. Her heart stopped when she heard his cruel voice speak. "My darling wife; how kind of you to wait for me." Ramsay stepped into the vague moonlight, where he showed his wicked smile to Sansa. No, no, no, no, please, no. "Did you miss me, darling?" He approached her slowly, and cupped her face in his hand gently. "Please, not tonight. Please, I beg of you." She cried. He let go of her face roughly and took a step back, a disgusted look on his face. "What? Are you denying your husband? Oh no, sweet wife. That simply will not do. It seems you still have lessons to learn in how to be a proper spouse." He studied her for a brief moment before grabbing her arm and turning her around face first onto the bed. She felt his hands groping and lifting her shift above her waist. "No! Please! Please! No! Let go of me!"

"Sansa, Sansa wake up! Hush now, it's just a dream." She sat up in bed quickly, still panicked and afraid. She looked around her for a minute before she realized where she was. After a few deep breaths she looked at her husband. His face was creased with concern and his hand was still on her arm. "Are you alright?" I am now. She wiped the tears from her face and realized she was covered in sweat. She walked over to her wardrobe for a fresh shift, and splashed her face with water from the basin. When she finally returned to bed she looked at her husband. "I'm fine, Tyrion. Thank you for waking me." She could see the concern in his eyes wasn't gone. "I have an idea what that nightmare was about, Sansa." He began. "I hope you know that you never have to see him again, that you will never be put through that ever again. I am sorry that I couldn't protect you." She smiled sincerely and kissed his cheek. "I know." I know he'll never force me into it, but at some point we'll have to. It wasn't his appearance that scared her, not even her lack of experience. She had only had one type of sexual encounter before and it was never pleasant for her. It hurt and left her feeling humiliated every time, like she was nothing but a broodmare. She thanks the old gods and the new that he never managed to get her pregnant. But what if that means I can't have children?

"What are you thinking about?" She must have been deep in thought for some time. She looked up sadly at her little husband next to her and took his hand in hers. "I'm thankful to be here now. But," she began, not sure if she should continue. "Tyrion, I want children." She finished bluntly. Surprise registered on his face. "I don't mean now, but some day. I don't know your thoughts on this, or if it is something you've ever wanted, but of all my foolish childhood dreams, this is one that I thought I could still obtain." She looked at him hopefully. "Sansa, my Lady; if it is children you desire I will happily oblige." She saw a flash of fear cross his eyes as he spoke.

"But?"

"But nothing; I want you to be happy. If children will make you happy then I want that for you as much as I've never dared to want it for myself."

"Tyrion, I can see the topic makes you uneasy. Please, be honest with me. I can't take lies, even by omission. If you do not want children, or something makes you fear it, tell me."

He sighed audibly before looking up at her and explaining. "My mother died giving birth to me. Did you know that?" She nodded. Word travels fast in the Red Keep and this was common knowledge in court. "My father blamed me for it my entire life and told me it was because I was a dwarf. She simply could not survive the trauma of being ripped in half by such a monster." She was about to interject when he silenced her with a raised hand. "No, let me finish, please. I've never dared ask the gods for the gift of children. I never thought I would marry someone who would risk having them with me, let alone ask for them. If I married, I figured I would end up with some miserable widow who would never let me touch her, nothing but a union of houses." He paused and looked away. "Sansa, my childhood was miserable. I couldn't learn sword fighting with Jaime or play with the other children because they mocked me and father would not be embarrassed by me more than necessary. I had no love growing up, save my friendship with Jaime. I do not want my children to suffer the same fate, and I do not want them growing up without a mother."

She understood. He thinks that if we have a dwarf child, I'll die in childbirth like his mother did. "My mother birthed five healthy children and carried easily. Surely that must mean something." She said stubbornly. "Is it worth the risk? And if you did survive and was in perfect health, have you thought of the possibility of having a child like me?" She had to admit that the thought never really crossed her mind. She stopped seeing Tyrion as the disfigured dwarf that once repulsed her months ago. I've seen monsters; they hide behind beautiful faces and strong bodies. This man is not one of them. But what if we did have a child who was a dwarf like his father? She thought about it for a moment before finally answering a very anxious and tense Tyrion. "I will love my children no matter their stature."

He shook his head. "You do not understand the amount of teasing a child will suffer because of it." We are not your father. "And you do not understand the love of a mother for her child. Your father was an evil man, a cold man not fit for raising children. You are so different. Our children will always know love, even if I died in childbirth; because I know their father would love them, and tell them about their mother who could not wait for their arrival."

"I could not live with myself if something happened to you because of me." He started to argue. "I'm not asking you to decide now. We're on the brink of war and perhaps now is not the time to make a decision. Just know that this is something that I've always wanted, and something you could give us. Please consider it?" They looked into each other's eyes before Tyrion gave a weak smile. "I already told you that I would give you children if you truly want them. I suppose we'll have to learn to live with my old fears." Sansa breathed a huge sigh of relief and broke into a huge grin. She nearly knocked him over when she wrapped him in a hug. "Thank you! Thank you!" She chanted between tears and laughter. "You certainly have changed Lady Stark" he said with a hint of humour. She pulled away and smiled coyly at her husband.

"That's Lady Lannister, My Lord."