'I trust all the preparations are complete?' Tywin stared at his small council with a furrowed brow. He's in a mood today. Tyrion observed, avoiding eye contact with his scornful . What's pissed him off this time?

Across from him, Cersei sat unfazed. Smiling feignedly innocent, like a mischievous child. 'I and the ladies have done our utmost to stay on schedule. The cooks will, without a doubt, be ready for this evening. Sixteen appetizer entrees, ten dinners, and sixteen deserts. We have also received fourteen barrels of wine, straight from Highgarden.' Tywin nodded, seeming none the happier. 'The entertainment for the evening is also superb. The guests, I'm sure, will be more than satisfied.' As for the Bride, I have thoroughly counseled her on what we expect from her. She'll behave herself, that you can be sure.'

'Has she…given her thoughts on the betrothal?' Tyrion asked sullenly.

'Do you mean, has she openly expressed her disgust at marrying such an ugly Creature?' She said in her sweetest tone. Tyrion glared callously at his sister. 'What do you think her "thoughts" are?' The air suddenly turned cold around them. The council members were uncomfortably quiet, besides the annoying grunts of Pycelle, constantly clearing his throat.

'The Stark girls' feelings are none of our concern.' Tywin cut in. 'If everything goes as plan…..' He said, giving his son a warning look. '...we will have the loyalty of the whole North, you will be made Lord of Winterfell, and the girl gets to go home. Happy endings for everyone.' Inspiring words, Father. But I know better. Tyrion thought. Why not say what you're really getting at. "Do your job and rape the bitch, you worthless dolt." He could even hear it in his fathers voice.

'Do you take me for those monstrous butcher's you lead in battle?' The Dwarf challenged. Tywin's finger tapped the table in agitation. 'Think what you like about me, but I'm not as merciless as Gregor Clegane or as sadistic as Vargo Hoat. She's…a child.'

'SHE'S THE HEIR OF WINTERFELL, YOU IMBECILE.' Tywin roared, standing tall, his face dark red and sweating. Tyrion and the others recoiled in their chairs. Even Cersei was visibly startled. Their Father composed himself almost immediately after, taking his seat again, calm as ever. 'Regardless of what I think of you, you are still a Lannister, and the best bet for claiming the North. You can either make yourself beneficial for this family or you can remain as useless as the day you were born. And I will send you back to Casterly Rock, far from my sight.' Tyrion knew better than to push his luck. This was a losing battle.

Varys then took this time to grab everyone's attention. 'If this topic is at its end…..' Tywin looked at him pressingly, practically choking the words out of him. '...*ahem*...news has traveled from Mereen. Daenerys Stormborn's campaign has been brought to a tragic end.'

'Well, it seems our enemies dwindle each day.' Littlefinger chimed in. 'And who do we have to thank for this fortunate turn of events? Could it be a particular powdered eunuch?' He said amusingly.

Varys replied with the utmost sincerity. 'I'm afraid my hands are clean in this matter. I was just as surprised as you all.'

'How did this come about?' Cersei asked.

'A conqueror creates a lot of enemies, your grace. The Yunkai, along with the help of the Second Son's took hold of the City of Mereen, and dragged the young Queen off her throne.'

'And you are sure there is no chance for a resurgence. What of her Dragons?'

'The beasts have been put down. ' He said almost solemnly. 'No I'm afraid her reign has come to a short end. She was soon after brought in front of the host of the Second Son's. It was then that they….reaped their spoils. When all was said and done, they displayed her impaled body above the main gate of the City.'

'Re…reaped their spoils?' Pycelle questioned.

'He means rape, you idiot.' Exclaimed Tyrion.

'I want further investigations in Mereen.' Commanded Tywin. 'It wouldn't be the first time an enemy had been falsely declared dead.' Varys bowed in agreement. 'Good, that will be all.'

Tyrion and the others made their way out of the council chambers. Leaving only Cersei and her Father. They sat in silence for a long while. She eyed him curiously. Noticing how pail his skin was. And despite his best efforts to hide it, his heavy breathing was quite visible to his daughter. 'You look terrible Father.'

'Yes, I believe the poison you gave me hasn't left my system.'

'Father?'

'Don't play ignorant. I will not tolerate any more insolence. Your indecent deeds you commit with the Servants is one thing. Even the foul corruption of the Stark girl, I could look past. However, I can not forgive you for turning your obscene practices onto me. You have disgraced our house, you, Tyrion, Jamie, you all sully our name. But have it your way, since I cannot force you to marry without you exposing the taint you brought on our house, I have no choice but to relent.' Cersei breathed out in relief. 'But I will not tolerate your presence here any longer. You know how I feel about the company of whores. Leave this tower at once, you are no longer welcome to Small Council meetings.

Cersei stood stone faced, her head still proudly held high. 'Very well, I will leave. That Imp will bring you to ruin, I promise you that. Those fools on your council will fail, one after another, and when that time comes, you will have no choice but to come to me for help. Because whether or not you see it, I am this family's best hope.' She then turned and strutted to the door. She opened it halfway before pausing. She then looked at the old man and spoke. 'Oh, and I've been meaning to tell you, I'm pregnant.'

The bed creaked and shook as the two women fornicated on top. Cersei laughed evilly, as her groin was pressed tight against the stark girl's ass. 'Are you enjoying yourself bitch.'

Sansa looked back at the Queen, her face was flushed and making a womanly expression that could only encourage Cersei. She held the bed sheets tight, moaning lustfully as she was rammed. The glass penis strapped to Cersei's hips penetrated deep into Sansa. 'Yes, your Grace. I love it very much.' Sansa's wedding gown was thrown aside, the only bridal attire left on her was her headpiece.

Cersei grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up, still thrusting like a dog. She whispered in the girl's ear. 'Cum for me, my pet.' I wanna hear you wail.' The Queen grabbed Sansa's left tit, fondling aggressively, while she sucked on her neck.

It was all too much for Sansa, she shrieked in pleasure, spraying hot liquid out her pussy. She laid limp against Cersei, panting heavily as she nestled against her neck. The Queen caressed her cheek like a caring mother, before sensually kissing her forehead. Sansa felt content like this.

They sat in bed, kissing passionately like lovers. Sansa was completely enveloped in the Queen's love. Their lips were moist with each other's spit. Sansa opened her mouth, letting Cersei's tongue slide in. She loved the taste of the Queen's tongue and saliva.

Cersei enjoyed playing with her little pet. Making her succumb to her warmth and embrace. The Queen trained her well. She hardly had to command her anymore. As soon as Sansa caught sight of Cersei's naked body, her mind would turn to putty, ready to be warped and toyed into the Queens plaything. She'd get on her knees, tongue lolled out, ready to be buried between Cersei's thick thighs. Or in other circumstances, crawl on all fours, lifting her ass up like a shameless dog. Exposing her wet pussy to her mistress, begging to be dominated. Cersei made her wail and cry for more. Her moans made the Queen erotic.

She was going to miss this, she realized. Taking splendor in this young woman's body. She'd have to make the most of this moment. Cersei pulled the girl's head back, making her gaze up at her Queen. 'What a good girl, you are. Your lips are so soft, and lovable. And your tongue,...' She leaned in, taking another taste of the girl's warm mouth. '...so ecstatic, and eager. I can only imagine how pleasing it would feel down belo….no, I guess I don't have to imagine.' Cersei leaned back, pulling Sansa with. She pulled her head down between her legs. Sansa's nose pressed into the Queen's unkempt vulva. The gold curly hairs tickled her nose. 'Go one, girl. I've given you pleasure, most men could only dream of. It's time for you to repay your Queen for her generosity.'

Sansa immediately got to work. She licked at the Queen's wet pussy like a starving dog. Tasting the seductive flavor of Cersei's love juice. 'Mmmmm, yes…..you are such a well trained whore.'

'Whoure?' Sansa asked, mouth still consumed in the Queen's vagina.

Cersei laughed. 'What else could I call you? I could hardly call you a "maiden". Nor do you fit the description of a Lady. Not even a common "harlot" can't lick pussy as well as you can. No, you are exactly what I've made you, a filthy, cock loving whore. 'Aahh….Giaaaahh….' Cersei squealed in orgasm, spraying liquid all over Sansa's face. Sansa continued tonging the Queens pussy, finding the most sensitive spot to make Cersei moan louder. 'Ohhhhh fuck, fuck, yes….lick that pussy you dirty slut. Lick your Queens cunt.' Sansa tongue dug deep, pressing her lips together, Sansa began sucking on her cliteros. Cersei's pussy was like a fountain, spraying more than thought possible.

Not long after, Sansa laid down on the bed, finally granted rest for a job well done. From head to toe, the girl was soaked with sweat and liquid. Cersei was already dressed as if the last hour of play never took place. She looked down at her pet, feeling…..somewhat melancholy. '

'Remember not to slouch or or hide your face during the ceremony. Everyone must see a happy Bride, ready to do her duty. My brother may be grotesque, but nonetheless you will do your part and bear his child, his monstrosity. That is your part to play, don't forget that.' She turned to leave but then halted. She turned as if to say something, but couldn't get the words out. Finally she opened the door to leave. 'Clean yourself up, Your serving girl and the seamstress will be here soon.

Sansa laid their exhausted, liquid still seeping out her vagina. And once again I am given to another. When she found out she was to be wed to the Dwarf, she almost laughed. It was so ridiculous she couldn't believe it. But before she knew it, her wedding day arrived, and it didn't seem so funny anymore. How can she consciously allow that thing to impregnate her. The very thought of it made her nauseous. Gods, if Mother and Father could see me now. She felt the tears coming on but suppressed them that instant. Shit, I need to bathe.

The wedding itself was fairly ordinary and traditional. Lords and Lady's from all over gathered in the Royal Sept to witness this loveless union. Sansa couldn't help but feel flattered by the large crowd. She had lived in Kings Landing for over a year now, and never did these lordlings show any interest in her.

The High Septon stood witness over the wedding, saying prayers and issuing vows. However he did not seem much interested in the ceremony at all. He stuttered a lot as he spoke, misremembering prayers and even forgetting entire verses. The old man took more interest in the young bride, hopelessly captivated with the cleavage of Sansa's breasts. No man could blame him. The Stark girl was strikingly tantalizing in her dress. Sansa blushed, taking notice of the infatuated crowd. Young and old men gawked at her with little concern for the wives that sat next to them. Why did Cersei have to choose such a provocative wedding gown? Sansa thought, abashed.

'That little gargoyle gets to marry this enchanting beauty? What is this world coming to?' Tyrion heard from the crowd. He stood as straight as possible with a prideful expression on his face. It was this look he used to practice in the mirror when he was young, trying to mimic the prestige and superiority of his Father.

Sansa had become more and more anxious as the ceremony went on. Standing silent, her head swam with thoughts. What must her Family think of this? Would they think ill of her? Would they even want me back after this? She had to use all the strength not to burst into tears in front of the entire Royal court.

She then noticed pale hands coming over her shoulders. She thought they were about to clasp around her neck, strangling her. However they simply took hold of the clasp of her cloak. She realized it was King Joffery. She had forgotten that the King had volunteered to stand in as her Fathers place for the ceremony. He took it off gently enough. The malicious smile he gave her however, sent shivers down her spine.

When it was finally time for Tyrion to wrap a cloak of his own around her, he realized he couldn't reach her. The crowd watched in humor as Tyrion reluctantly asked the girl to kneel. Sansa was at her limit for humiliation. This whole ceremony felt like a foolish street act. Many could be heard giggling in the crowd. Tyrion, embarrassed more than ever, again gestured for his Bride to kneel. Sansa refused to even acknowledge it. Standing still as stone, she pretended to be immersed in the shining elegance of the High Septon's crown. Tyrion fumed with fury as the crowd roared with laughter. Eventually a servant brought a stool for him to stand on, which only encouraged the crowd's humor. With no other choice, the Dwarf climbed the stool and finally wrapped the cloak around the Stark girl. However, his feelings toward his Bride at that moment was anything but warmth.

The two newlyweds understandably did not stay long at the feast. Once they knew they had been present long enough, they left swiftly before the bedding ceremony could commence.

Tyrion guided Sansa to his bedchambers. The air was tense, neither one saying a word until the door was finally closed. Sansa walked to the window, far from where Tyrion stood. He seemed brooding and spiteful. He walked to the table that held a flagon of wine. He poured two glasses and immediately drained one down his gullet. 'Damn that bastard king.' He grumbled, refilling his glass. 'I saved that damn brat. Saved all those blood sucking nobles. And yet they have the gal to laugh at me.' Sansa remained quiet, looking out the window. 'I'll show them, someday, they will all regret it.' Finally, he took notice of the girl, across the room. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Her long auburn hair, draped over her shoulders, her ravishing dress, her womanly curves. Tyrion gulped down his wine as he stared at her large heaving breasts. "Do your job and rape the bitch." 'You look scared.' Finally she turned to him. Her face showed fear. 'You can relax, come sit. I understand your angst towards me, but take ease knowing I have no intention of taking you by force. If I'm to bed you, it will be because you let me.' It felt like a heavy load was finally lifted off Sansa's shoulders. Sansa, however timid, took a seat across from him. Tyrion slid a glass of wine towards her. 'You don't have to drink, it would make me feel better though. I hate drinking alone.' Sansa, feeling somewhat pity for the Dwarf, took sips from the glass. Tyrion could tell she didn't like the taste, but felt honored that she continued drinking it. 'I can understand your dislike for me, my family has caused you more pain than most can endure in a lifetime. Your Family has every right to march through this city and take our heads. Unfortunately for you, there is little chance of that happening.'

'My Brother will not give up. Sooner or later…..'

'Sooner or later your Brother will pay the price for this Rebellion. Sorry, my Lady, but my Father does not lose. He lacks the honor and decency that holds your Brother back. Eddard Stark was the same, and got decapitated for it. It's only a matter of time for Rob Stark.' Sansa remained quiet, staring at the floor, using all her strength not to burst into tears. 'If I had the power to end this war peacefully, I would. Instead, all I can do is keep you safe and promise to get you home.'

'What's left for me back in Winterfell?' She finally asked, in a somber tone.

'Nothing much, I admit. But at least you won't be here. You'll be far away from my Nephew, and you could visit your half brother anytime, at Castle Black.' That does sound nice. Sansa thought.

'The last thing I'd want to do is cage you. You can do whatever you like once we're in Winterfell, travel anywhere your heart desires. I won't stop you.'

Sansa's head ached. Her vision becoming blurry and surreal. And her thoughts were less and less comprehensible.

'I know that look. "Trust the word of a Lannister, he must think I'm an imbecile." No imbecile could have survived as long as you have, my Lady. You have suffered long enough, please endure this hell hole just a little bit longer. Soon enough, you'll be back in the North, back in a land where honor and loyalty still mean something.' Tyrion stared at the girl, realizing how dazed she looked. Hell, she was nearly falling out of her chair.

'How mu…much longer. I'd like to go now. Please, can't we go now.'

'You know they need assurance before they can let you go.

'Asse…..assurance?'

'An unquestionable heir to Winterfell must be made. One with….the blood of a Lannister.' Sansa suddenly became shy, hiding her reddened face. 'But I've told you already, I won't force myself on you. It's your choice. You are the only one who can control how soon you go home.

'S…so, the sooner I have a….baby, the sooner I can go home?' Tyrion nodded. Sansa then stood up and stepped closer to the Dwarf. She then turned and sat in front of him.

'Could you please help me out of this dress?'

'Tyrion smiled. 'Yes, my Lady.' He began unlacing her dress and corset.

She knew she wasn't thinking properly. And yet she felt no pull to stop. Once Tyrion had finished unlacing, Sansa stood and walked towards the bed. She gazed back at Tyrion who still sat at the table. Her face was red with embarrassment. Regardless, she looked him in the eye. 'Come to bed….' Tyrion did as she bid. Trying not to look too eager with his stiff prick poking through his trousers. He sat on the edge of the bed and began removing his boots. Sansa then took this moment to unbuckle his belt and remove his trousers, revealing his erect cock. It wasn't what she expected. It was fairly large, even for an average sized man. The girth was wide and pulsed with purple veins bulging out. The only thing irregular was his balls, which looked swollen compared with the rest of his body. Sansa stared at it hesitantly.

'No need to be frightened. Start slow, with your tongue.' Sansa hesitantly licked the tip of his cock. The member twitched at her slightest touch. 'Go on, get it all nice and wet.' Her wet tongue slid up and down his shaft. 'That's it, polish your husband's cock. Now stick it in your mouth.' The girl timidly sucked on his tip. Tyrion then impatiently took hold of the back of her head, pushing her down on his cock. She gagged as it slid down her throat. Sansa tried pulling her head back only to have Tyrion press harder. 'There you go, not too difficult, is it?' Sansa gagged and moaned in distress, her hands gripping tightly to the bed sheets. This is punishment for humiliating me, you haughty bitch.

Having no other choice, Sansa got to work doing everything she could to pleasure the Dwarf. Wrapping her tongue around his shaft, she began milking the veiny eel. 'Not bad for a pompous bitch, it's a goo…..ge….GOD' Sansa tongue began ringing around the tip of his cock, almost bringing Tyrion to climax. There is no way this is her first time. It's not possible. 'Oh fuck….' His toes began curling as Sansa sucked on his balls. Yes, I think this marriage will be very beneficial for me.

Sansa stood up, finally letting her dress fall to the floor. Tyrion began to salivate, staring at Sansa's beautiful smooth pale skin, her wide hips and thick thighs, her voluptuous ass. She may have been young, but she was no doubt a fully developed woman.

Sansa's sense of self evaporated within her. Her inhibitions, courtly elegance, and mere wits, were all foreign to her now. She was merely an animal in heat. And Tyrion's male presence got her loins to stir. The Dwarf was aware of this, and intended to take full advantage. 'What are you waiting for? Get on the bed.' The Stark bitch eagerly obeyed.

Earlier that day, as the small council meeting came to a close, Tyrion quickly made his way out of the chamber, his face shadowed and melancholy. To his surprise, a familiar figure was following him. Tyrion decided to quicken his steps, taking a turn into a dark corridor where nobody has any business to go. He then waited, remaining as quiet as possible. The robed figure then turned the corner and was immediately kicked in the shin, doubling over and groaning like a sickly patient.

'Grand Maester, your horrid habits have turned your wits to mush. I'm no boy, you perverted dolt, but a Dwarf. If you need someone to suck your cock, I suggest going down to the pits in Fleabottom. You can find an endless supply of orphans there.'

'For the love of God,...' Pycelle grunted, holding the wall as he pulled himself back up. '...you really are a spiteful creature.'

'Speak quick before I lose patience. You chased me here for some reason.'

'Ay, your Father sent me. Shockingly, he holds doubts in you and your resolve. Let me remind you of the importance of that girl and her offspring.'

'Were we not both in that meeting just now? I believe my Father did a splendid job in that regard. What more can you add?'

'Granted, I'm not as silver tongued as your Father. But I can offer some seldom relief to your struggles. If the wolf child is as strong willed as most Stark children are, you will be a sorry adversary for her. You are quite small, weak, ugly, pathetic…..'

'Get on with it.'

'The act of…um….despoliation can be such an ugly business. May I suggest a less direct approach?'

'You are gonna tell me either way. I said make it quick.' Tyrion groaned in frustration.

Pycelle pulled a vial out of his robe and placed it in Tyrion's palm. 'This is an medicinal oil, expunged from a flower found in the Dothraki Sea. Its aphrodisiac properties are highly potent. Give this to her, and all her wits and senses will cloud over, suppressed by the overwhelming urge to mate.'

'There is something very sick about you, Grand Maester. This girl has gone through more trauma than most could handle. She has been forced to marry a Dwarf, and now you suggest I drug her stupid and pump a baby in her. Is that what they teach you at the citadel?' Pycelle stood silent, unwavering. 'Repulsive…' Tyrion said lastley before walking away. The Grand Maester only smiled, noticing the Dwarf tuck the Vial in his pocket.

Returning later that night, sounds could be heard emanating from Tyrion Lannister's bedchamber. Lady's young and old blushed as Sansa's womanly moans could be heard through the halls.

She wailed like a sex crazed animal, as her thick ass cheeks clapped against Tyrion's groin. The comparison of their sizes created a rather odd scene. A tall, fully matured woman, with full breasts and wide hips being wildly fucked on all fours by a figure that resembled, more or less a child.

She wailed in ecstasy, legs spread, tits flapping, and ass shaking. Her expression showed pure bliss. Eyes rolled back, tongue out, drooling like a puppy. Sansa swore that she'd been experiencing the same orgasm for fifteen minutes. Her whole body shook, her toes curled, and her vagina was turned to a wet pulp. Even Tyrion couldn't believe how much liquid had poured out of her. 'D…d….don't stoooop, kee…keeep fucking….'

Tyrion made a vile smile. 'Don't you worry, my little slut. I won't stop until your belly is filled with my semen.

'Yesth, yesth, yesth…fill meh belly….' She begged.

'Roll over bitch.' Sansa obeyed, rolling onto her back, she stared up at her degenerate Husband. Tyrion chuckled. 'What a womanly expression you got on your face. You want me to pump a baby inside you so bad, don't you?

'Give me a baby, please, I want your baby. I love you…I love you and your cock.'

'I bet you do.' He laughed. Sansa spread her legs wide, resting one on Tyrion's shoulder. He licked his lips as he stared at her gaping pussy. His cock was hot and throbbing, it wanted nothing more than to dive back into the woman's body. Tyrion relented, thrusting deep inside her, he savored her warmth before continuing with hard savage thrusts. 'You poor girl, you poor drug sickened girl. Once a proud Lady of House Stark. I'd love to see the expression on your Mothers face, when she finds out what we've turned you into.'

Sansa continued moaning, completely oblivious of Tyrion's taunts. Her arms were raised to her head. She tossed her fingers through her hair, drooling down her chin. Tyrion looked upon her large pink nipples, bouncing with each thrust. He bent down and began sucking hard on one. Tyrion was in heaven, forgetting all the warmth he felt for that little whore he kept to himself in Kingslanding. I'm sorry Shae but I'm a married man now, married to this young, voluptuous noble girl. And I have no intention of letting her go. She's timid now, but after a few years on this aphrodisiac. She'll be a well trained wife, ready to pleasure me at a hair's notice. She'll warm my bed, suck my cock, and pump out lots and lots of baby's.

He laughed in uncontrollable delight. 'Stupid girl, you think I forgot how you made them laugh at me. No, I have not forgotten. I've noticed how you look at me. You are disgusted by me. Contempt is plain on your face. Well that's fine. I knew our marriage wouldn't contain much love. I knew full well you couldn't accept me. That is why I had you drink that wine. Your glass was coated with the oil of a powerful aphrodisiac plant.'

'M…m..my bodies on fire…..' Exclaimed the sex crazed fiend.

'Don't you worry, I'll take you to Winterfell, but don't expect any freedom there. I'm gonna have your pretty lips around my cock, day and night.'

'Meh…meh…cuckkk….meh…cummmm…'

'You want my cum, you shameless nympho. Fine, you're my woman now….' Tyrion pushed his cock deep inside her, letting his seed spill deep inside her.

'Cu..cu..cum….sooo muchh cummm…' Sansa was unresponsive at that point. She laid on her back, staring into space. 'P..p..preg….I…pregn….b…baby….'

Sansa woke late afternoon to a clean bed, wearing a simple nighty. She was at a loss as to what had happened the night before. Her body ached and her mouth dry as sand. Everything after the feast was a blur. Part of her hoped the whole Wedding was one long ugly dream. However the door opened revealing Tyrion Lannister in a humorful mood.

'You slept a long time, my Lady.'

'L..Lord Tyrion….I..'

'That's quite alright, my Lady. You may simply call me Tyrion when we're alone.' A handmaiden followed through the door, holding a tray. She placed it down on the bedside table. Sansa saw that it held a basin and a tall glass. 'You gave us quite a fright, my Lady. It wasn't five minutes after we left the feast before you suddenly had a feint. I raced for the Grand Maester immediately. Only to have the old goat tell me that it was a mere shock to the nerves. No doubt, you were terribly anxious about the consummation.'

'I…I do remember that….'

'All that wine you drank surely didn't help either….'

'Me…..drinking?'

'Why yes, my Lady. Hell you even out paced me, of all people. You must have been worry stricken. And I can't help but feel at fault for that.'

'My Lord?'

'I should have told you before the wedding, to ease your mind. I had no intention of bedding you that night. I'm sure I'm the last person you expected to be married to, I am no shining knight. I understand if you'd be repulsed by me, so I didn't want to put so much expectations on such a young soul. We are married, yes, but our consummation will not happen until you feel comfortable to do so.' Sansa couldn't help but smile.

'You don't know how happy that makes me…..Tyrion.' Tyrion smiled back, innocently.

'The Handmaiden has brought medicine for you. Please, do take it. It'll make you feel much better.' Sansa took the glass, eagerly drinking to the last drop. Tyrion showed a smidge of delight. 'I also have good news, my Father has told me that he means to send us to Winterfell.'

'To…..Winterfell?' Sansa could hardly believe it.

'Indeed, that was the reason behind our marriage. I'm to be warden of the North. And you….well…. you'll get to go back home.' Tyrion noticed the girl's pink tits, poking through her white nighty. It turned him rock hard, itching for a good tongue polish.

'When can we go?'

'Heh….well, that depends entirely on you, my Lady.'

Tyrion closed the door and made his way down the hall. Nobles and servants watched him pass by. They looked puzzled, as if they had never seen such a happy Dwarf before. Indeed Tyrion had quite a pep in his step. 'No doubt he's been dipping his wick in that young girl, day and night. Lucky bastard.' Said a noble, passing by. He felt a devilish smile forming on his face. Unable to repress it, he covered his mouth with a hand. Swiftly he turned onto an empty balcony, where he could compose himself.

'I haven't seen you this chipper in a long time.'

Tyrion was startled by the familiar blonde figure hovering over him. 'Seven hells, Cersei. You can't sneak up on me like that.'

'What were you smiling about just now?' She stared at him inquisitively. 'You wouldn't happen to be concocting another scheme?'

'If I was, do you really think I'd tell you?' Cersei leaned in close, her face inches away from his neck. Tyrion became uneasy, feeling the woman's breath against his skin.

The Queen curiously sniffed like a hound. She then looked at her brother with disgust. 'I know that scent. Don't tell me you actually went and spoiled that young girl?'

'That was the whole point of that ridiculous wedding, was it not? It's what Father had wanted.'

'Yes well…..perhaps I had hoped for the bare minimum of decency out of you. What a foolish thought that was.' Tyrion only smiled. Even her childish taunts couldn't spoil his mood today. 'How did you do it? Did you hold a knife to her throat? Threaten to cut off parts of her?'

'Did you consider the possibility that she simply gave in to my loving embrace?'

Cersei burst out laughing. 'Always the jester. Thank you, I needed a good laugh. Whatever you did, I'm sure I don't want to know. A maiden's deflowering is a traumatic experience, even without your ugly mug in the room.'

'Deflowering?' Tyrion said abashed. 'Don't play ignorant with me. You and Father knew very well she had been plucked already.'

Cersei did her best to look astonished. 'Heavens, you mean to tell me, the girl had been broken in?'

'Imagine my surprise, last night.' He said, unconvinced.

'Oh, I can imagine.' Cersei hid her smirk under her palm.

'It was during Stannis' siege, wasn't it? I don't know why I didn't consider it before?'

'Perhaps you were secretly too eager for your young bride.'

'Was she there with you when the soldiers stormed in?

'No….' She said, heedful.

'What about when they tore your clothes and turned you into a spit roast?' Cersei slapped him hard. 'Forgive me. That was insensitive.' He said with a big grin.

'The truth is, when Stannis' army came flooding in, they found Sansa in her chambers in full embrace with the Hound.'

'You expect me to believe that. The Hound was with me on the…..' Tyrion then recalled the moment when Sandor Clagane deserted his post on Mud Gate.

'He abandoned the King during battle. Retreating back into Maegor's Holdfast where he found the enticing Sansa Stark, hiding in her chambers. She confessed all this to me. Sandor fucked her bloody. Stretching her insides in the shape of his own member. No doubt you took notice last night.' Tyrion was far from amused. 'If it makes you feel better, Sandor was butchered not long after.' It did make him feel better, Tyrion admitted. 'But of course, those men began taking turns, raping her ragged.' Tyrion turned white. 'What was the tally again? Five and ten? No, that's right, eight and ten. That's how many men ravished your wife that night.' Tyrion was already walking away. 'Leaving already? Very well, give Sansa a sweet kiss for me when you see her.' Tyrion continued on without a word. My good mood is officially ruined.