A Holiday by Decree

~~ Day 4 ~~

Tyrion's heart rushed: he had craved to hear such words his whole life.

Tyrion hoped he could reply sensibly. Sansa looked like an absolute vision to him, right down to the white lace of her sleeping gown. "I have never thought you were a silly child, Sansa," he swallowed hard. "And no words have possibly ever made me happier or more willing to try anything again than what you have just said to me. And yes, the help would be appreciated. You're not too tired?"

Shaking her head "no", Sansa rose. As she stood, she sighed – at almost the same time as he did. As soon as they realized what they had done together, Tyrion was the first to laugh, but Sansa joined him.

It felt so good to finally let the tension go!

Still, Tyrion had so many questions. He remembered that Sansa had promised they would talk more, though she had also asked for his patience. So Tyrion found the strength to wait. Instead, he satisfied himself with what still felt like the impossible sight of Sansa stepping about his bedroom.

Here and there, she picked up his belongings, while he did the same. It was late and no surprise that they were tired, so they did not talk much. Occasionally though, Tyrion would look up just to steal another glance at her, and almost like a dream come true, he would catch Sansa glancing back at him! This of course drew more than one amused smile from each of them. When they did talk, it was light conversation, a couple comments from Sansa on the books at his bedside; Tyrion indicating which of his clothes should be stowed versus hung.

The whole thing seemed so surreal to Tyrion, he wanted to pinch himself. Finally, his belongings were put in their places, even a few things he had meant to unpack originally but hadn't yet bothered with.

Sansa mentioned bed, so Tyrion walked her to his door. Looking up at her, he was reminded briefly of their wedding day and how tall and regal she had looked then; finding her now also womanly and attractive, even in her bedclothes, Tyrion was convinced that Sansa could even wear rags beautifully.

Fuck, whatever has made her want to be with me? he wondered yet again but could not bear to wake up from the dream yet, if in fact it turned out that none of this was real, as he fully expected.

"Tyrion, goodnight," Sansa said, having passed over the threshold and turned to face him with her candle. "Maybe we should plan for an early lunch rather than breakfast, do you agree?"

He had nodded, and with a smile from her and "Goodnight, Sansa," from him, she was on her way back down the hall, leaving Tyrion to his bed.

In bed he got, and while he thought for sure he might never sleep again with the way his heart seemed to pound from the excitement, sleep Tyrion did.