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game of thrones // parallels // 4x10 & 5x03

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No cousin I don’t.

Sansa knew this marriage was nothing but political, Cersei and Jaime stripped of their titles, the children they bore exiled as well. Tyrion was now the only Lannister left, the Lord Lion, and a way of securing the alliance with another great house, Robb to marry Margarey, Arya betrothed to the Prince of Dorne, and Sansa, having had her monthly blood for a few moons now, was ready to be wedded and bedded. She had dreamed of her wedding, of wearing a gown of silk, hand embroidered with the song of her love, her hair a crown of braids with flowers in her hair while her husband, tall and gallant, draped her in his own cloak. She would have all of that, except her husband was not the knight of her stories, but a disfigured man who barely reached her waist. She was disgusted by him, but not his mind, his wit twice that of most handsome lords, his kindness beyond any of his family; even his bluntness was a trait she admired. Maybe she would learn to love him, but right now, she did not see how when she found him so hideous.

“I do not like it either. In fact, I despise the fact of use being married. If your family taught me one thing it is that this is all a game, and we are all pawns. I don’t see a need to act as if we are going to become good friends.” She spat, taking a sip from her glass, the blackberry wine calming her nerves, finger still clutching the glass long after she was finished. “I know that you like two things, drinking and whores. I’m sure we won’t need to see much of each other if those things hold true. But if you insist on knowing more, you may simply ask and I will answer truthfully.”

He hated his father was doing this. He really did. How would his mother approve of this match? It didn’t matter to him. He never knew Lady Joanna Lannister. She died in the birthing room when he ripped his way out of her. He killed her when he came into this world. It didn’t make any sense. His father hated him for that and now all things changed. Well, his father still hated him for that but now he changed his way acting towards him. It was stupid. This whole thing was stupid. He could stop this marriage, but then the honorable King would perhaps get annoyed with them and war would begin. Stupid war.  Why couldn’t he be arranged to marry that Targaryen bitch everyone was talking about? 

At least the child was agreeing with him on this match. “And your father and my father are making us pawns in this little game. It’s not fair, nothing is fair in this world” he admitted as he also took a sip of the wine in front of them. It had a sour taste. He preferred Red wine from Dorne, but this blackberry wine was okay. He placed the wine glass down as she spoke about what two things he liked. “I will admit those are true, but I could change if necessary” pausing “Which gods do you follow, if any I know your father follows the Old Gods and your mother follows the Seven?”  

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“If I am allowed to say, My Lord, you look as if you are in need of a pitcher of ale.”

Two thing was common knowledge in the Seven Kingdoms in regards to the imp; He was a lover of good drink and good women. If Sansa were to be his wife, she would have to be able to fufill both. The later making her want to sick, the idea of sharing a bed with him, of him climbing on top of her. It was something she did not want to picture, but it sadly was inevitable, the wedding approaching faster than she could ever wish. 

Everything happened for a reason. For some bloody odd reason, Ned Stark had decided that Tyrion was to betrothed his daughter, Sansa.  He was not amused with the King’s order. He thought it was odd. Why would he want his beautiful daughter wed to him, a half man or the Imp as they all called him? He did not understand the King’s mindset, but his father after losing both Cersei, Jaime and his grandchildren had only had Tyrion left. The heir to Casterly Rock, Ned Stark made his father make him heir. His father was disappointed, and pissed off. He was surprised that his father didn’t rebel against the crown. Tyrion frowned, the wedding was two days away and he still wanted to get to know his betrothed, but she was a hardhead just like her mother, Lady Stark.  “In two days we will be man and wife. You could have anyone in the Seven Kingdoms,  Princess, but your father choose me. I do not know if this is some kind of jest, but I do not like it” he said frowning “I want to get to know you, the only thing I know about you is you like lemon cakes and hate your little sister, Arya”

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