Sansa opened her eyes, the light coming in the window caused her to shut them quickly. She felt as if someone had been beating her across the head. She slowly raised her hand to her forehead as she turned away from the window, keeping the light away from her eyes. Slowly she opened them again and nearly screamed but was able to hold it in. 'Oh gods, it wasn't a nightmare.' Lord Tywin was there beside her, sleeping soundly. She thought back on the previous night and closed her eyes again, tears threatening to fill her eyes.

She went to turn again, not wanting to look at him when she felt an arm reach out for her. Slowly she opened her eyes and saw him looking at her with a grin across his lips.

"I believe my dear wife had a little too much wine." He stroked her hair lightly.

Sansa did her best not to shiver as she nodded, "my head feels awful." That was the truth, the room felt as if it were spinning and her head continued to pound.

"I will have the maester bring you up some milk of the poppy, it will help." He smiled leaning forward and kissing her forehead. "Rest my dear, I have work I must tend to." He then moved to climb out of the bed, causing Sansa to instantly shut her eyes, not wanting to look upon his naked form. "The saying is true…" He turned to look at her as she opened her eyes again, "having a young wife does make me feel younger." He smiled slightly and walked away, leaving Sansa shivering in the bed.

…

"You have your own room you know." Arya snapped at Sandor as he sat in a chair near her bed.

"Aye, but your sister asked me to watch over ya, and after the way you were screamin' in your sleep, I couldn't just leave ya alone."

She groaned slightly as she paced the room, "how long do you think they are going to make us wait?"

Sandor shrugged, pouring himself another glass of wine, "couldn't tell ya."

Arya groaned again, pouring herself some wine as well. She looked at Sandor who seemed to not like the idea, "what? It's my room, they gave me the damn wine!" She then drank down the liquid before slamming her glass on the table.

"Is that how a lady should be acting?"

Sandor and Arya both turned to see Tywin standing in the doorway. Sandor quickly stood but found Arya standing directly in front of him to keep him from trying anything.

"You come to release us?" Arya looked at him cautiously.

Tywin chuckled a bit and shook his head, "not yet my dear. He looked at the young girl, "Once my lady wife and I have departed Kings Landing, you will be released. I know your reputation, as well as the Hounds. I cannot trust you two roaming free while I remain here with my wife."

Sandor let out a low growl, "yer lucky I don't kill ya now."

Arya held his arm as Tywin laughed again, "such a temper. You should be thanking me, and my lovely wife. You both will be travelling to Winterfell soon." He saw Arya's eyes widen a bit, "it needs rebuilt after all, and I am sure you my dear can help make sure it is rebuilt the way it should be."

Arya eyed him curiously, "you are actually going to just let us go like that?"

"Being married has softened me I suppose." He laughed a bit, "Sansa and I will be going to Casterly Rock, and we will need someone to watch over the north for us." He then looked to Sandor, "I trust you can protect the young Stark girl." He then turned to leave but quickly turned back, "I will have some of my men accompany you of course, so do not try anything foolish."

…

Sansa sat in the large sitting room of what were now her chambers she would share with Tywin. She had been looking out a nearby window for what felt like hours, she hadn't bothered getting dressed, instead she wrapped herself in a large robe and remained in their chambers. She couldn't bear the thought of facing anyone right now. When she felt two arms move around her from behind, she knew it was Tywin returning from wherever he had gone.

"You have not left our chambers, why is that?"

She turned her head to look up at him, shrugging her shoulders lightly. "I still feel a little sick, and sore." Which both were not a lie, she did feel sick, though it was not from the wine. Her body ached as well, her mother had warned her of this years before. 'Sansa, your wedding night will be magical, but it will cause you some pain, and afterwards, you may feel a little sore.' Her mother was right about one part, but nothing about the night before was magical.

"I brought you a gift." He moved around her, sitting in the chair opposite of her. He then held out a red cloth to her.

Slowly she reached out and took it, when she opened it up, it revealed one of the most beautiful necklaces Sansa had ever seen. It was a long silver chain, the pendant was a garnet surrounded by more silver. A small diamond then fell from the bottom of the pendant. She then looked up at him and smiled lightly, "it's beautiful."

He smiled standing, taking the necklace from her. He moved behind her and placed it around her neck. "It pales in comparison to you my dear."

Sansa blushed slightly, "you are too kind My Lord."

Tywin laughed a bit as he returned to his seat, "there are no need for formalities, you are my wife now Sansa. Everything you desire will be mine to give you."

She nodded a bit, though it was a lie. He couldn't give her what she truly wanted, but she would play the sweet wife for him if it meant her sister's safety.

"I spoke to your sister and the Hound today." He looked at her, watching as her eyes widened slightly at his words, "once you and I have departed for Casterly Rock, they will be given leave to return to Winterfell. I have advised Lady Arya that she will be in charge of assisting in the rebuilding of the castle."

"I am sure Arya is excited to return to Winterfell." She looked down a moment, her hand playing with the pendant of her necklace. "As I am to see Casterly Rock." She then looked to him with a small smile.

"You will be lady of the rock, all of my men are your men now. They serve you and will answer to you as much as they answer to me. If any of them defy you or upset you, let me know." He then stood and placed a kiss to the top of her head. "I must go speak with the King. Perhaps you should go visit with your sister."

…

"It won't be the same without you Sansa!" Arya and Sansa sat together as they discussed Arya returning to Winterfell. "You're supposed to be Queen of the North! How can you be Queen if you're not there?"

Sansa sighed and nodded, "I believe that is what Tywin is discussing with King Tommen now. A way to arrange it so that I can remain at Casterly Rock." She looked down at Arya's hands that she had been holding again. "I am sure he will let me visit Winterfell though, after it's been rebuilt. And I trust you will make sure the men building it don't mess it up." She smiled slightly pinching her sister's cheek.

"Sansa, I can't believe you are just giving up like this. You've been fighting to get back to Winterfell all this time, now it is so close and yet you're just letting it go!"

"Arya…" Sansa sighed, "I'm not letting it go, I am simply handing it over. Besides, once Bran and Rickon are found, Bran would be named King. Winterfell is truly not mine, it is his."

"It is as much yours as it is your brothers and your sisters little bird." Sandor walked into the room from his, sitting with them. "Your sister is right, you shouldn't give up your fight for Winterfell."

"What would you have me do? Run away from Casterly Rock in the middle of the night like I did the Eyrie?" She shook her head, "I will be more heavily guarded there, and you know this. And if I somehow find myself with child…" she looked down with those words, unable to finish.

"So he did bed you, didn't he?" Sandor snorted out, causing Arya to kick him in his shin.

"Shut up Hound!" Arya then squeezed her sister's hands as she saw tears start to build in her eyes. "Our parents would be so proud of you, for being so strong and doing what you have done to protect me."

Sansa looked up at Arya, no longer fighting her tears. "I think they would both hate to know I am married to a Lannister." She then looked over at Sandor, "I wanted to ask him if you could join me at Casterly Rock, but he had already spoken about how he couldn't trust you around him or me."

Sandor laughed, "Smart man, knows I'll slit his throat the minute I get a chance."

Sansa nodded, "you would make a widow out of me already?" She smiled lightly as she gave him a wink. "Do me a favor, both of you. Do what you can to survive, live and be happy. That is why I did all of this, for you, both of you." She then slowly stood from her seat, pulling Arya up with her so she could hug her sister tight. "I love you little sister, I will write to you every day. I will want to know how things are in Winterfell."

Arya nodded, fighting her own tears, "and I'll want to know when you come to your senses and smother that man in his sleep!" Both girls laughed a bit.

Sansa then moved to Sandor, hugging him tightly as he wrapped his arms around her. "Protect her for me, she's the only family I have left." She looked up at him, "thank you for everything."

He nodded, "you saved my life girl, don't you forget that." He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. He then looked at Arya, giving her the hint that he wanted a moment alone. She nodded and quickly went into his room.

"Little bird…" He placed a finger under her chin to tilt her face to his, "I'll come for ya even if you ask me not to." He then lowered his face so that their noses were touching, "I love you little bird." He then captured her lips with his own, pulling her close as he kissed her long and hard.

…..

(((Oh no, now what are we going to do?)))

~Huggles~