Three handmaidens had been fussing over Sansa for the past few hours. She had been bathed then rubbed down in lavender scented oils. Now they were helping her into her wedding gown. It was Lannister red with golden embroidery. The Lannister lion had been stitched into the cloth covering her back, while two Direwolf's were stitched into the hips of the dress. The neckline was embroidered with golden roses that followed the neckline around to the back where they formed one larger rose.

Once her dress was on, she moved to sit before her dressing table so that the ladies could work on her hair. She had closed her eyes, saying a secret prayer that they would not fashion it as the southern ladies did, and was surprised to open her eyes to the women braiding two large locks of her hair. They then took the two locks and used them to wrap around the remaining hair that was flowing down her back. She watched as the two braids were wrapped around her hair but left to flow down her back, she had never seen this style before.

Once they finished with her hair they began placing jewelry on her. Her eyes widening at a golden necklace that was placed around her neck.

"A gift from Lord Tywin my lady." One of the handmaidens said as she saw her shock at the necklace.

Sansa nodded but did not say a word, he could try to win her over with jewelry and sweet promises, but she could never love him, nor would she.

Once they had finished she slowly stood, looking herself over. She thought the red would not look good with her hair, but in all honesty, she thought it looked amazing. If this were someone she loved, she could imagine this being the perfect wedding. Her thoughts quickly stopped as a knock at the door caused her to turn. One of the Lannister guards smiled at Sansa and bowed lightly.

"My lady, I am here to escort you to your sister's chambers." He saw the confusion in her eyes and continued, "Lord Tywin thought it would be nice for your sister to see you before the wedding."

Sansa nodded, and followed the soldier out of her room.

…..

"Sansa you look absolutely beautiful!" Arya had been circling around Sansa, looking over the dress she wore. "The dress would be better without that ugly lion though."

Sansa couldn't help but laugh a bit, "It is the Lannister sigil."

Arya looked up at her sadly, "you don't have to do this Sansa, Sandor and I don't want you to."

Sansa sighed, taking her sisters hands. "I would sacrifice everything for you Arya, you are the only family I have left, and I will not lose you just to keep myself happy." She squeezed her little sister's hands. "I will be alright, I promise."

Arya nodded then let go of Sansa's hands, running to the side door that led to Sandor's room. She swung it open and shouted to him. "Sandor, Sansa is here, you should see her!"

Sansa flushed slightly, she wasn't sure she wanted to see him as she stood there in her wedding gown. Her eyes instantly fell to the floor as she saw him walk into the room.

Sandor looked at her, his heart nearly stopping at the beauty she was. He stepped closer to her, placing a hand under her chin to raise her face to look at him. "Little bird, you are breathtaking."

Sansa blushed a bit and smiled, "thank you Sandor." She looked at him, trying not to let the tears that had filled her eyes fall. "I am so sorry that all you have done has led you back here."

He shook his head, tracing a finger over her cheek. "I would do it again, you deserve the world little bird." He looked to Arya then back to her, "don't do this, refuse him."

Sansa looked down again as she shook her head, "I will not be the reason you or my sister are killed. Lord Tywin has given me his word that you two would be freed, unharmed, once we are married."

Sandor groaned a bit, "married, or when the marriage is consummated?"

Sansa bit her lip and looked away from him and Arya, refusing to answer him.

"Gross!" Arya ran to Sansa grabbing her hand, "you can't do that! He's old enough to be our grandfather!"

Sansa shook her head, "marriages like this have been made before, and it is not uncommon in noble families." She looked down at Arya squeezing her hand, "like I said, I would do anything to keep you safe. And I believe Lord Tywin will still be a better husband than Joffrey would have." She gave her sister a small smile.

"Time is up my Lady." The Lannister guard had entered the room.

Sandor growled at the man causing Sansa to put a hand to his arm. "Please Sandor, watch over my sister for me." She looked up at him sadly before moving to her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. She then turned and walked out with the guard, leaving Arya and Sandor standing in the room, unable to stop her.

….

Sansa stood at the entrance of the Great Sept of Baelor, her eyes roaming over the massive building. The last time she stood here, she was about to marry Tyrion. Now she was there, getting married again, this time to Tyrion's father. The thought sent a shiver over her body, 'mother, father, give me strength.' She looked up to the sky one final time before she heard the large doors open before her.

As she stepped in, King Tommen stood waiting for her. She couldn't help but smile at him, he too was dressed in Lannister red, and he wore his crown proudly as he looked up at Sansa. "I am here to stand in place of your father My Lady." He smiled proudly at her, "if that is alright with you." He then held his hand out since he would be too short for her to wrap her arm around his.

Sansa nodded taking his hand with a smile, "your grace, nothing would give me greater pleasure."

Tommen smiled proudly as he led Sansa down the steps into the Sept, his hand holding firmly to hers as they walked. Sansa could not help but look to each person who was in attendance, wondering if they would laugh at her as they did when she married Tyrion. 'Probably not, Tywin strikes fear into everyone.'

Her eyes finally looked up to see Tywin standing with the High Septon, the look on his face caused Sansa to grip Tommen's hand a bit tighter. Thankfully the King took no notice in it. As they walked up the steps to stand with Tywin, Tommen smiled to his grandfather, "I trust you will be good to my lady." He then stepped up on a stool that had been provided for him, removing Sansa's bridal cloak before moving to step aside.

Sansa watched as Tommen retreated down the stairs to stand with the Lords and Ladies of the realm, she then turned to face the High Septon, swallowing hard, praying to herself to get through this without crying.

….

Sandor had been pounding at the door since Sansa had left, trying to break the wood. He was more determined than ever to break out of the room after seeing her in her wedding gown.

"How will you handle the guards that are outside our doors if you ever break through?" Arya was sitting on her bed watching as Sandor continued to try and break the door down.

"I'll kill em' all!" He continued slamming his shoulder against the door.

Arya finally stood and grabbed his arm, trying to stop him. "And the more you do that, the more you tire yourself out and possibly hurt yourself. How are we supposed to save Sansa if you can't hold your own sword?"

Sandor finally stopped and looked down at Arya, "I can't just sit here and wait to hear if she actually bedded that man!" He then began pacing the room, occasionally punching the wall.

"I agree, it makes me sick thinking that my sister may share his bed tonight!" She shook her head, "but this was Sansa's choice, she did it for us! And she didn't do it so we could go and get killed the same night!" She then moved to sit again with a sigh, "we have to bide our time."

He let out a chuckle and looked at her, "how'd you get so smart wolf-girl?"

Arya smiled slightly, "living on the road."

….

Sansa sat in silence as the wedding feast was at its high point. Everyone around seemed to be enjoying themselves and getting drunk on wine. King Tommen had retired early so he was no longer there to help distract Sansa. She had picked at the food placed in front of her, and had her share of wine. She knew she was going to need it if she was to survive the night.

Beside her, Lord Tywin had been discussing business with another man, she hadn't been paying much attention until she heard him mention her name. "I will not remain hand of the king, but his grace has assured me he already knows who will take my place. Lady Sansa and I will return to Casterly Rock once the King grants us leave." He had then looked over to Sansa, taking her hand in his, placing a light kiss to it before returning to his conversation.

Sansa couldn't help but sigh, she could do this. She was a Lannister once again, her husband was the most powerful man in the seven kingdoms, and no one ever doubted that. She knew he would never harm her the way Joffrey did, but it did not make this any easier on her. She had just reached for her freshly refilled wine glass when she heard someone suggest the bedding ceremony, causing her to gasp and instantly wrap her arms around herself.

"No bedding ceremony!" Tywin stood from his chair, offering his hand to Sansa. Reluctantly she took it, standing from her chair as well. "I will not have my bride humiliated for your entertainment. Her beauty is for me alone." He then kissed the top of her hand again, his eyes scanning the room, almost daring anyone to question him.

When the room remained silent he nodded then turned to Sansa. "Shall we?"

She looked at him, forcing a smile to her lips and nodded. She could feel a lump forming in her throat, that same lump you get when you want to scream out, when you want to cry so hard it's hard to breathe. But she would not, she would be strong, she would be the Stark she was raised to be.

Slowly Tywin led her from the grand hall, as everyone watched but did not dare say a word. The walk to his chambers was silent, her heart beating so fast she thought it may burst at any moment. When he stopped before the doors, he lifted her hand to his lips again, giving her a smile that nearly made her gasp in fear. "I will never hurt you my dear." He then opened the door for her and let her enter before him.

…..

(((Ok, so the wedding happened… does he bed her?)))

~Huggles~