"She refuses to leave her bed, she refuses to eat. I worry for her health." Tyina was speaking to Sandor just outside of Sansa's chambers. "It has been two days, she is growing weaker."

Sandor let out a groan, rubbing his forehead slightly. "I will talk to her again, do not let anyone in while I am in there, understood?"

Tyina nodded, "if you can help her, I will do whatever you need." She then waited for him to step into the room before closing the door behind him.

"Little bird…" Sandor moved over to the bed. Sansa laid there, her eyes red from crying, dark circles had formed underneath them from lack of sleep. Her skin had gone even paler than normal, she looked like a ghost. "Sansa, you need to eat."

Sansa shook her head, her eyes looking out the massive windows, watching as birds would fly by. "Why did it happen? What did I do wrong?"

Sandor moved to sit on the edge of the bed next to her, "you did nothing wrong little bird, all the travelling and stress, it must have made you sick."

She looked up at him, "I felt fine, there were no warnings. One minute I was asleep, the next…"

Sandor moved to pull her up, wrapping his arms around her to let her rest against his chest. "It happens, many women lose children early. It's as if it wasn't meant to be." He stroked her auburn hair gently, "you can't blame yourself."

She buried her face into his chest as he pulled her close, instantly crying as she felt his arms move around her. "I hated him, Tywin. But this child, it was supposed to be a new start for me. But another hope that was never to be."

He sighed, kissing the top of her head. "You are still young, you will have many children little bird. You have so much now, Winterfell and Casterly Rock are yours. You will find another husband, one worthy of you, and he will give you more children."

She shook her head, looking up at him. "I do not want another arranged marriage. I do not want the king to tell me who I should marry." Her hand moving to stroke his cheek, "I just want my freedom to choose."

Sandor looked down into her blue eyes, those eyes that made him melt every time he saw them. "You need to get better first. You need to eat, to get out of bed and be the Lady you are."

Sansa nodded, her eyes still full of pain. "Will you send Tyina in?"

"Aye, and I will be right outside if you need me." He slowly stood, leaving her sitting on the bed. Just as he got to the door he heard her once again.

"Thank you, for everything."

He nodded, walking from the room.

….

"She's finally eating?" Arya had gone to see Sansa but was stopped by Sandor.

"Aye, her handmaidens are all in there tending to her now. Best not disturb her yet." He pointed down to her sword, "been practicing with that?"

Arya looked down to needle then back to him, "I was, until she lost the baby."

He nodded, "she was planning on having you trained, figured it was easier then arguing with you about it."

Arya sighed, moving to sit on a stone bench outside Sansa's door. "It doesn't make sense, she was fine. How could she suddenly lose the baby?"

Sandor looked around, making sure no one was looking. "That night, after everything. They had taken Sansa to clean up, I helped in getting her room cleaned up." He leaned closer to Arya, "I think someone slipped her moon tea."

Arya's eyes widened in horror, "you think someone did it on purpose?"

He nodded, "I could smell it on the cup that she had been drinking from. Didn't smell like no herbs I'd ever seen used to help someone sleep."

Arya stood, suddenly pacing the hall. "But who would do that? The baby was the only heir to Casterly Rock. Why would someone want it dead?"

"To get it out of the way…" He placed a hand on Arya's shoulder to keep her from saying anything more. Looking down the hall to see Jaime approaching.

"I take it Lady Sansa is still refusing to come out of her room?" He stopped and looked at Arya.

Sandor glared at him, "she's getting cleaned up, and she is still weak from losin' so much damn blood."

Jaime nodded, looking at Sandor a moment. "We need to send word to King Tommen, he should know. After all, she is now a widow with no heirs to give."

Sandor stepped closer to him, his hand on the hilt of his sword. "Somethin' I'm sure that give you pleasure, doesn't it Kingslayer? You wanted Casterly Rock, Sansa and that baby were in your way."

Jaime let out a laugh, "you think I wanted this? I adore the Lady, I would never wish to see her in pain. It is my duty to protect her." He looked to Arya a moment who had also moved to hold the hilt of her tiny sword. "I swear I would never hurt Lady Sansa."

"You're not goin' near her til she wants you to." Sandor had moved even closer, towering over Jaime, his eyes full of rage. "Go write to the King if you must, but do not think I will let you see her now."

Jaime grinned, nodding his head slightly before turning and walking away.

….

"Lady Sansa has lost her child Your Grace." Harys had been sitting with the King in the throne room. Queen Margaery sat with them as well. "Ser Jaime wrote to us, urging that we act. Many lords will hear of it soon and flock to the Lady. She has lands that many are after, they will want to marry her now that she is widowed with no heir."

Tommen shook his head, his face full of sadness. "All I wanted was for her to be happy, and she's only seeing more pain."

"Do not blame yourself my sweet." Margaery placed her hand on top of Tommen's, "I am sure the Lady does not. It was not meant to be, that is all. But Lord Swyft is right, she will have many men asking for her hand now. She will need to remarry to protect her claim to Casterly Rock and to Winterfell."

"Did my uncle have any suggestions in his letter?" Tommen looked over to Harys.

"He did indeed," he moved to pull the letter from beneath his vest. "He writes that they need to keep the claim to Casterly Rock as strong as possible. Her best chance would be to wed another Lannister, he has asked that Your Grace gives him permission to marry her."

"What?" Margaery quickly stood, ripping the letter from Harys' hands. "Ser Jaime wishes to marry the Lady Sansa?" She shook her head as she looked to Tommen. "Jaime gave up whatever claim he had when he joined the Kingsguard."

Tommen looked between the two of them and nodded, "but he was released from the Kingsguard. His duty is to his Lady and Casterly Rock." He looked over to Harys, "what do you think?"

Harys looked to Margaery and could see she was angry, "you are correct your grace. He is no longer a Kingsguard and is free of his duties. He could take a wife if he so chose, many men are still loyal to him. It may be a wise choice."

Margaery let out an aggravated sigh as she turned away, "I received a letter as well." She looked to Harys then to Tommen, "from her shield, Sandor Clegane. He pleads that we do not force her to marry again. That we give her the freedom to find the love she deserves, she has already been forced into two marriages, and one engagement." She sighed returning to her seat, "None of them have worked out. How can we force her to marry someone of our choosing again?"

"You should not speak against your King, this is his choice, not yours." Harys looked to Margaery then to Tommen. "It would not be wise to keep her unmarried for too long, I am not sure how long she could hold the Lannister men without a strong husband by her side."

Tommen stood and looked at Margaery then to Harys. "Both of you tell me different things, I may be a child, but I did learn things from my mother, and my brother." He turned and began to walk out, "I will make my decision soon." He then walked out, leaving an angry Margaery glaring at Harys.

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(((Phew, 2 chapters in about an hour. Go me!)))

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