Chapter 57

Joanna contemplated the man next to her. He was sleeping peacefully, his features relaxed, or at least resting. Stannis was tense most of the time. She kissed his mouth gently. The king opened his eyes and returned the kiss. Stannis overpowered her. She smiled.

"My king." She said breathlessly as her husband kissed her neck.

He was silent as he took her. Joanna moaned when he entered her. "Stannis." She hissed and thrust back.

Joanna wanted to try something new. For the most part the king took her swiftly but lovingly. The queen loved her husband but she wanted to be in control. He must have been surprised to feel her returning his force because it was far easier than she expected to grab his backside and mount him.

"What are you…" He hissed but then she was riding him. Joanna ran her hands over his chest and pulled the hairs.

Stannis moaned and she opened her eyes and smiled. She threw her head back and continued to move up and down her husband's cock. She shrieked his name when he palmed her breasts.

She slumped over him when she felt her orgasm rip through her and then she felt him spill his seed inside of her.

Joanna kissed his chest; "Did you like it my king?"

Stannis kissed her forehead, "more than I should have." He said with a resigned air.

"I love you and you will love me too." She kissed his lips. Stannis smiled at her.

"You are rather impudent. What happened to the shy girl I met in Dragonstone?" He frowned.

Joanna trailed her hands over to his manhood. She was past shyness and covert attempts at seducing her husband. It was time to be more direct.

Joanna kissed his chest and caressed his manhood. "She met you. I have wanted you since I saw you. I would have become your mistress had your first wife not died." She whispered and looked at him with an unashamed face.

Stannis kissed her roughly, "I would never have dishonored you."

She rubbed his back and moved his hand to her core, "I would have seduced you Stannis. I had a plan. I was to slip into your chambers in Riverrun and mount you just like I did right now. Mother told me I was to marry you and I desisted."

Stannis possessed her once more. He was rough and quick. Joanna was a mass of satisfied flesh when they were done. Her husband rested his head on her chest. He was relaxed; completely relaxed.

"What will you do today my queen?"

She sighed, "Shireen and I are going to Flea Bottom to feed the poor and oversee our orphanage. Do not fret, uncle Jaime and lady Brienne will accompany us."

Stannis ground his teeth. Joanna rolled his eyes, "We will be fine Stannis. What will you do?"

"I have to meet with Davos and the lords from Highgarden."

Joanna nodded, "Stay with me until you absolutely have to."

"No." He replied and kissed her mouth. She smiled nonetheless, Stannis dressed and kissed her once more before leaving.

Joanna washed and dressed. She left her quarters and went to Shireen's

"Joanna." The little girl hugged her. Joanna hugged her back; "We will have light breakfast and then go to Flea Bottom sweetling."

She loved Shireen, "Father does not want us to go." The little girl said mischievously.

"I promised you we would go and we are." Joanna kissed her cheek. Shireen laughed.

Uncle Jaime greeted her, "My queen." He bowed.

"Uncle Jaime. We will go to the orphanage." Jaime nodded.

"I shall fetch Brienne." He said and then winked at Shireen. "Princess."

"I think uncle Jaime is in love with lady Brienne." Shireen said with an impish smile.

Joanna giggled with her stepdaughter. There were wild rumors of her kingsguard commander and lady Brienne sharing quarters since they sailed to storm and win the Iron Islands for king Stannis.

The people loved her and Shireen. She fed the children and poor. Stannis indulged her with the building of a place to attend the sick and the old. Joanna had plans to build at least three more.

Shireen and her were exhausted by the time they reached the castle. Stannis waited to have dinner with them.

"Father." Shireen hugged him and sat by him.

Stannis kissed her forehead and asked the servants to serve dinner. They discussed their activities and Stannis surprised her with news.

"Your brother Robb has a son. The Eyrie has an heir. Eddard Stark was born two months ago."

Joanna grinned, "how wonderful."

Stannis kissed her hand. "Soon we'll have our own."

Shireen looked downcast. "Yes my king, a little boy or girl to add to our princess." Joanna said brightly.

The little girl smiled more. Stannis gave her an open smile, "Of course."

Joanna kissed his hand, "Shireen what you prefer? A brother or a sister."

She laughed, "a brother." She said carefully.

Joanna told her stepdaughter about helping mother with Bran when he was a baby. Shireen slowly seemed to warm up to the idea of a little brother or sister. She went with Shireen to her quarters to comb her hair and kiss her good night.

"Do you think father will love me less when you give him a beautiful baby?" Shireen said with a small voice.

Joanna got in bed with her stepdaughter. "I know you will love your baby more." Shireen said with an accepting voice.

This little girl was so wise but she was still a little girl. Maybe she would love her children more but she would reassure this girl who was so smart and kind. "The love that I would have for my children would be different than the love I have for you. It does not mean I would love you any less. Stannis would love you just as much no matter how many other children I gave him."

Shireen nodded, "I hope you have a boy." She said and then closed her eyes.

Joanna walked to her quarters. She was pleasantly surprised when She found her king resting on their bed. "What took you so long?"

She undressed and braided her hair as her husband hungrily gazed at her. "Shireen is worried about you loving our children more than you love her."

Stannis frowned, "Shireen is my firstborn. She will always be special for me." He was honest, too honest. She kissed him briefly. "Would you love our children less?"

Stannis, kissed her hand, "I don't know."

She frowned a little but kissed him gently, "I will make you love me Stannis just as much as I love you. One day you will not imagine life without me." Joanna was emboldened by his gaze.

"Love is for children." He said carefully.

Joanna caressed the side of his cheek. "I love you very much Stannis. I love you and Shireen."

Stannis nodded and held her. Joanna slept peacefully; she stopped drinking moontea the day after.

Little Ned Stark was beautiful. He resembled little Rickon or so Lady Sansa thought. Margaery looked radiant and Robb was in love with his little son. Sansa and Margaery would have gotten along fabulously had the other woman been a bit less resentful. Sansa knew Margaery was jealous of her. The servants saw her as the rightful mistress of the Eyrie. Sansa had wanted to have Margaery as a confidante but it was obvious the Highgarden woman did not want to be near her. Robb and her did not sleep in the same room anymore. Robb, had a few maidens he frequented, discreetly of course. Margaery did not seem to care much. She seemed resigned to take care of her young son. Something told Sansa that it was all a plan on Margaery's part. She did not seem like a woman to share her husband with other women.

Sansa sighed and continued with her needlework. Margaery played with a five month old Ned. "Wonderful weather we are having"

It snowed heavily. Sansa smiled at the other woman. "Have you heard from mother?"

Sansa cringed, Margaery called lady Stark mother. She would hate if she ever heard of the moniker. "No she has not written."

"I hear the queen built an orphanage." Margaery was extremely polite that day.

"Yes, in Flea Bottom. I heard from Lyanna. She is planning to go to Dorne for her confinement."

"Oh yes, your cousin is with child. Will the king allow that?" Margaery asked genuinely curious.

"I do not know the king well. He is a hard man but from what I read Lyanna should be in the water pools with her new babe."

"We had wonderful feasts in Highgarden this time of the year. The harvests, the flowers. I miss the warm weather. This place is cold, hard and so dull."

Sansa smiled, "oh, little Eddard is asleep."

Margaery smiled, "Poor dear, shame he will not see his father before night."

Sansa saw Margaery rock her babe, "May I put him to bed?"

The other woman nodded, "yes, but you have to be careful."

Sansa nodded and picked little Eddard, "Oh you look wonderful."

They walked to Margaery's quarters and she instructed her on how to place little Eddard on his crib.

"Pity." Margaery said.

Sansa was confused, "that you are barren."

"I am not." Sansa said deeply offended.

Margaery made a soft reassuring noise, "Dearest, it is fine. Lord Tyrion will not cast you aside. He does need an heir but you will cross that bridge when you get there. No need not worry before that. You should put more effort. It is rather obvious that Corrine will be with child soon. She fancies herself in love with your lord husband. She will surely give him a little bastard soon."

Sansa was pale. "My lord husband would never father an illegitimate child."

The other woman gave her a pitiful glance, "Well you are barren."

Sansa had enough and excused herself politely. She ran to her rooms and cried for a while. Margaery was correct in a sense. Had not Lady Stark warned her that Tyrion would look elsewhere and father children? She had, of course Lady Stark wanted her to be happy while Margaery wanted her miserable.

She slept for a few hours until she heard a rustle near her. Tyrion was near the bed. "Sansa, do you feel well?"

"Yes, is it time for our lessons?" Tyrion taught her about history and politics. She liked that hour. He would tell her amazing tales that seemed to be fairy tales but in reality they had happened, a long time ago.

"I am afraid it is much later. We should get going to the great hall."

Sansa nodded and walked with her husband. She was disappointed to have overslept and missed Tyrion's lessons.

They arrived just as the main course was served. Robb and Tyrion were immediately engrossed with a new venture to store goods for the winter.

"Uncle, have you heard from Tommen? He is having a good harvest with his crops and has asked for men to help with the recollection."

"You should command a quarter of the men you have near the Bloody Gate. Send them tomorrow and they will be in the Riverlands in a fortnight.

"I had thought to send all of them." Robb pondered.

"There is no need, a quarter should suffice. You need your men for when my men and I leave you."

Robb looked confused, "Where are you going?"

Sansa listened carefully, "West, before winter is upon us. Father has politely asked me to go back. He plans to spend a season or two in King's Landing."

"Why is he going to King's Landing?" Margaery asked.

"He longs to see Joanna and the King." Tyrion replied simply.

"When do we part?" Sansa asked.

"I thought to spare you the travel dearest. My father has need of me, not you. It is best if you stay in your home and then I shall send for you once the weather stabilizes a bit." Tyrion explained in what could be passed as a logical argument. Margaery smirked from her wine goblet.

Sansa did not speak with Margaery and played with her food. She waited until Tyrion offered his arm to escort her to their quarters. Every night he would escort her to the door, bid her good night and then meet his whore in one of the unused rooms. She did not want to stay in the Eyrie without him; she did not want to go West but she rather journey with him than stay in the Eyrie by herself.

"Good night lady wife." He kissed her hand tenderly. She held onto his hand.

"Don't go. We have to talk." She looked down at her husband. "I have to meet Robb and discuss the details for the harvest."

Sansa shook her head and held onto his hand. "No, you discussed all details tonight. I heard you command your nephew and prepare everything. You want to go to her, Corrine or whatever her name is."

Tyrion avoided her blue eyes. "I want to speak with you." She said once more.

Tyrion nodded and followed her to their quarters. He looked uncomfortable. Sansa fetched a jug of water and drank some.

"I don't want to stay here." She explained.

"I will send for you as soon as I can." Tyrion wheedled.

Sansa remained quiet, "When do you leave?"

"The day after the morrow. I shall take our men and a few servants." Tyrion said quietly.

"Servants." She said quietly, "Why are you taking her?" Sansa gasped, "is she with child?"

Tyrion looked down, "She was but not anymore."

Sansa felt some relief, "What happened?"

"An fortunate accident. She is a practical woman and is recovering, besides any child of mine would be deformed."

Sansa shook her head, "You do not know that." She said quietly. There was heavy silence until Tyrion broke it with an attempt to leave once more.

"Tyrion, I want to go with you." She said dropped to her knees. She rested her head on his lap. "I don't want you to go to her and take her anywhere."

"I will send for you as soon as I can." He repeated.

"You will not. Why are you lying to me?" She said with some anger.

"I am trying to do what is best for you Sansa. This is your home; you will be safe here. The Eyrie is your land."

"No, this is not my home. Home is where you are." She said honestly and forgot to blush at her words.

Tyrion looked at her with a strange face. "You belong here, with Robb and Margaery."

Sansa shook her head, "Please don't leave me here. This place reminds me too much of them, of him. I could never be happy here. Tyrion please."

"I do not understand." Tyrion said with curious eyes. "I am giving you freedom Sansa. You need only stay in the Eyrie. Robb has sworn to protect you, keep you entertained. You can take lovers; I would prefer you do it discreetly. I would come visit you if you ever become pregnant and pretend your children are mine."

Sansa did not say anything. "I don't want to stay here. I am your wife."

Tyrion looked at her, "you are, and as your husband I require you to stay in the Eyrie." He stood up and tried to leave the quarters.

"You never stay here anymore." She held onto his hand.

"I do not want you to be uncomfortable." He said as he avoided her gaze.

Sansa led him to their bed. "Do you remember our time in Winterfell?"

Tyrion squirmed, "yes I do."

"Lady Stark forced you to sleep in our quarters." Sansa looked at him with big blue eyes. "I miss hugging you." She took a leap.

Her husband was quiet. "Could you stay with me?" She asked and undressed in front of him.

Tyrion undressed as well. She lay down and looked into his green and black eyes. "Do you remember when you found me?"

"Yes, you were alone, running away if I say so myself." Sansa nodded.

"I was running away from home." She could not bring herself to tell him about Baelish.

"I don't like the Eyrie. Tyrion take me with you." She pleaded.

"No." He continued. Sansa nodded and inched closer to him. She would have to listen to lady Stark. She would have to seduce her husband.

She feigned sleep and rested her head on his chest. She breathed deeply and waited for Tyrion to sleep. Her husband played with her hair and mumbled something. He was to leave their bed. Sansa acted then, she kissed his chest and then kissed his neck.

"Please stay." She whispered and then kissed his lips. His lips were soft, unresponsive.

"What are you doing?" He asked as he frowned.

"Your watch has ended Tyrion." She replied softly.

"What are you saying?" He asked confused.

Sansa blushed, "you said you would not share my bed until I wanted you to. I asked what if I never wanted. You said and so my watch begins."

"Your watch has ended. I want you to share my bed." Sansa replied.

"Why?" Tyrion asked with trepidation.

Sansa looked at him with open eyes. "I don't want you to leave. I don't want you to have other women. Your sister once told me you had every right to seek other women if I was not willing. I am willing now. I want to be your wife in the truest sense of the word."

"Will you be gentle?" She asked as he undid her shift.

"As gentle as I can. It will hurt you first." Tyrion kissed her neck and then massaged a plump breast.

Sansa paled, "It will not hurt my lord."

Tyrion stopped his caresses, "You are not a maiden." He growled.

"It is not what you think. He forced me, that is why I left the Eyrie. Lord Baelish forced me." Sansa cried uncontrollably.

"Oh sweetling." Tyrion's eyes held pity and anger. She let him kiss her cheeks and then sighed when he touched her hair.

"I want you to share my bed Tyrion." She lowered her shift and was naked for him to see her.

Sansa was sure coupling with Tyrion would be a chore. She remembered the roughness, the horrible invasion, the pain and the humiliation from when Lord Baelish raped her. She expected the same, maybe Tyrion would not be as brutish but he would hurt her. Men hurt women in this matter. She did not expect to feel caresses on her breasts. She expected him to manhandle her. Sansa moaned when her husband lowered his face to her nipples and sucked. She caressed his hair and enjoyed the way he licked and teased her. She opened her eyes comically when her husband placed his fingers over her mound. Sansa had the impulse to fight him off but then Tyrion did something she was completely unprepared for. The young woman was shocked when lord Lannister licked his way to her navel. Sansa was too surprised to do anything but let out a strange sound. He was kissing her there. She closed her eyes and gasped. It felt so good. He licked her up and down. She tugged at his hair. Sansa did not know what she wanted but she needed something and Tyrion was giving her so much pleasure. He bit the side of her hips and then sucked on the little button. She saw stars, she must have shouted, Sansa thrust her hips up as if waiting for him. She opened her eyes and found her husband kneeling between her legs. She could not feel her legs. She looked at him and blushed. He looked at her there.

"I think that would do for tonight." He said with a smile.

Sansa sat up a little, "I want to see you."

He frowned, "that would not be a pretty sight."

Sansa frowned back. "You are not tall or handsome but you are kind, gentle, smart." Tyrion looked dubious.

"I like your eyes and hair." She said while blushing once more.

Tyrion laughed wholeheartedly. His laughter was infectious. Tyrion's eyes lit up and crinkled. She smiled and then let out a giggle. Tyrion looked at her once more.

"You never giggled before." He said curiously.

Sansa shrugged. "Will you let me see you now?" She asked timidly. Sansa kissed him once more and was not disappointed when he returned her kiss. He was doing things to her. She could not stop touching him.

"Please don't stop. Tyrion please Tyrion." She said when he stopped grinding against her.

He looked at her with desire. She wanted him to keep looking at her like that. Her husband undressed and he was naked. His legs were stunted, they were ugly. She felt pity for him. Her eyes moved up to his sex. It was bigger than she expected, she thought it would be proportional to his size. She blushed once more. Tyrion smirked; "you thought it would be smaller."

She nodded, it was hard, raising. "Can I touch it?"

Tyrion smiled and nodded. She touched the tip and then moved the pad of her finger over in a circular motion. "You will be gentle won't you."

"I will." He moved over her and touched her folds again. "tell me if you want me to stop."

She nodded and closed her eyes. Sansa felt his kisses along her collarbone. She shivered when he opened her legs and rested there. He kissed her while moving in. It was different. It did not hurt but it was uncomfortable. She felt full, and it was not nice for her. She was about to ask him to stop when Tyrion grabbed her breasts and thrust inside of her. Sansa opened her eyes and saw her husband drive into her with abandon. She felt hot and bothered. She was sweating and wanted Tyrion to keep going, to go faster.

She kept quiet; her husband kept going strong. She moaned deeply when he suckled on her breasts. She massaged his head; Tyrion stopped. He breathed heavily over her. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No. Never stop." She said and tried to make him go deeper. This felt so good, so different from when Littlefinger had taken her. Sansa was sweaty, but he was rocking in and out of her. She felt tension in her belly.

He watched her and then his thrusts increased. Sansa let out a deep groan when her husband grabbed her hips and pulled her to him. He was deceptively strong. Soon he was possessed over her. She was used to this part but it was different because this time Sansa liked it. She enjoyed the way he felt and how his cock rubbed inside her. Tyrion panted and managed to palm a breast and bite the other. She was far gone and felt an explosion inside of her. Her legs felt weakened. She was on fire, and her insides gushed. She yelled his name and kissed his forehead as he dropped on her. He was a little heavy but she liked his weight on her chest.

She panted and breathed quickly. There was silence and Tyrion settled next to her.

She turned to see him. He looked relaxed. Sansa kissed his chest and hugged him. "Tyrion when can we do that again?" She asked as she touched his nipple.

He opened his eyes, "you want to do that again."

Sansa blushed, "I thought you would want to again too." She felt insecure once more. He would think her a whore now.

He pulled her face to his, "I would like to that with you again and again."

She smiled. "Will you stay with me?"

"Of course my lady." He kissed her cheek. Sansa rested her head on his chest. She would make him take her with him.

She woke up early. Sansa was a little sore, Tyrion looked ready for the day. "Where are you going?" She asked sleepily. Tyrion came around and pecked her lips.

"I have a meeting with the lords of the Vale and my nephew." He said.

She frowned, "Will I see you today?"

Tyrion shrugged, "I will meet you by the gardens to have lunch. It seems the snowstorms have cleared out. We'll have a beautiful day today."

She nodded. Sansa would not ask about his trip until later. He was to go tomorrow, she still had time to convince him.

Sansa wore a deep red gown Lady Stark had given her and a small charm necklace that had a lion. She asked Landry to pack her best dresses. "Make sure you do this alone. Let no one see you."

She avoided Margaery and visited some of her servants. Landry would go with her of course. She passed through the kitchens and found her. Corrine, she was not pregnant. Sansa looked at her with a hard face.

"I need to speak with you." She said with a cold voice. She tried to be as haughty as aunt Catelyn and mother were.

"Of course m'lady." She said a little nervously.

Sansa walked to one of the empty chambers by the gardens. "My lord husband visits you. Don't deny it. He does."

Corrine nodded, "Yes m'lady."

"He plans to take you with him when he journeys West." Sansa stated with a waver to her voice.

"Yes and I will go with him." She said with a small glint in her eyes.

Sansa did not know what to respond to that. She looked at the woman and asked, "Since when does my husband frequent your bed?"

"Two weeks after the lord's family left." Corrine looked like a nice woman. She was older than her, blonde, blue eyed. She was pretty but looked common. That was almost a year and half ago. Tyrion had slept with this woman for a year and a half. He would not let her go easily. She remembered the trouble Lady Stark had to get him to remove his whore from Winterfell and even then the woman had lived in a cottage near the castle.

Sansa wanted to cry and then remembered the way Tyrion looked at her yesterday night. He had stayed with her. She looked at the woman and asked, "Do you love my husband?"

"I do." Corrine replied. "He is wonderful."

Sansa nodded, "He is and he's mine. He will journey West with me Corrine. He may take you with us but he will sleep with me. Tyrion will share his bed with me and only me from now on."

Corrine shook her head, "Lord Lannister is a very passionate man. I don't mind sharing him. You will be his wife and I will be his woman."

Sansa frowned, "I am his wife and his woman. I will bear his children. He loves me Corrine. He has loved me since before he met you. Make this easier on you Corrine, stay in the Eyrie. He will cast you aside once we reach Casterly Rock. I will have the support of my lord father. Lord Tywin is incredibly fond of me. You may go back to the kitchens now." The woman curtsied and left.

Sansa cried for a while. Tyrion did not love her. He was forced to take her for a wife but Corrine did not know that. She hoped her husband had not told her about their circumstances. She cried and wished Tyrion would tell her that she would be going with him and that Corrine would stay back. She would have to make sure Tyrion did not leave her side before they went West. What if Corrine told him about her threat? Tyrion would despise her. She cried until her husband found her.

"What is it sweetheart?" He asked tenderly. Sansa hugged him tightly. "Please tell me you do not love her."

He acted confused, "Whom?"

Sansa was done playing the fool. She whispered in his ear, "Corrine." She was afraid to look into his eyes and find that indeed her husband had fallen in love with the other woman.

"I do not love her. I am fond of her." He said carefully.

Sansa kissed his cheek and then his mouth. She kissed him with all she had. "Don't take her with you. Even if you do not take me; please do not take her Tyrion. Do not take her."

Tyrion kissed her back, "She loves me Sansa. She tells me so every night." He said when they separated. "She makes me happy."

Sansa wiped her tears, "I can make you happy too Tyrion. I can give you sons, daughters. I know I can. Tyrion, I will be smarter. I'll learn politics, I'll read more. I won't be silly anymore."

Tyrion looked at her with confused eyes, "This is all very strange Sansa. You barely spoke two words to me before yesterday."

Sansa shook her head, "That is untrue. I spoke to you during our lessons and you never came to our room. Tyrion, I don't want you to see her again."

Her husband looked even more confused, "I can learn. I'll be as good as she is. I promise Tyrion." She whispered shyly and kissed him again.

"Why?" He asked when he put some distance between them.

She felt her belly drop. "You are my husband and I don't want you to do what you did to me yesterday to any other woman. I don't want to share you either. I want you all for me and only me."

Tyrion kissed her lips sweetly, "I cannot leave her alone."

Sansa kissed him, "Take me with you. Leave Corrine here. She will keep her job as servant. She will be fine."

Tyrion kissed her hands, "that sounds unfair to her."

Sansa wanted to tell him that she did not care. "Buy her lands if you want. Give her gold but leave her. I will be enough for you my Lion."

"Your Lion?" He asked surprised.

She nodded and kissed his hands, "You are my brave Lion."

"Will I be enough for you?" He asked softly.

"You are." She replied surely and turned away from him. "Undo the laces Tyrion." She waited for him to undress her. Tyrion bolted the door and had her in that room near the gardens. She loved when he took her. He took her fast, faster than the night before and she enjoyed every minute of it. "Shall we go to our rooms?" He asked when he righted his breeches.

Sansa nodded and learned that Tyrion could have a very filthy mouth and she happened to enjoy when he whispered all the filthy things he would do to her.

They joined Robb and Margaery for supper. She looked beautiful or so Tyrion told her when they walked to the hall.

"Lady Sansa you look flushed. Are you well?" Margaery asked snidely.

"I am perfectly fine Margaery." She was ravenous. Tyrion and her had worked out quite an appetite.

"Nuncle, when do you part?" Robb asked whilst drinking wine.

"Sansa and I have decided to journey home in two weeks. This will give her time to collect all her belongings." Tyrion said with a smirk.

Sansa shook her head, "There is no need. I will have Landry pack my dresses and we could leave as you planned."

Tyrion chuckled, "Very well."

Sansa could not contain her happiness. She waited for Tyrion to escort her back to their quarters. She was reluctant to see him go for a meeting with Robb and undoubtedly with Corrine.

"Promise me you will not bed her." She implored him.

"I will not bed her." He said and kissed her cheek.

"I will wait for you my lion." She whispered when he kissed her lips.

The day was bright and beautiful. Sansa kissed little Eddard and then briefly hugged Margaery. Ladies were supposed to be polite after all.

"I shall miss you very much uncle." Robb said with a sad face.

"I will write to you." Tyrion said and hugged his taller nephew.

"Farewell nuncle." He said.

Sansa did not look back at the castle. She felt a weight being lifted as the mule that carried her walked down the Vale. She felt lighter and lighter as she left the castle where she had been so unhappy. She made love to her husband during the late hours of the night when they reached the first inn.