Dark Sister

-The Little Lion and the Red Wolf-

-The Little Lion and the Red Wolf-

299 AC
Kings Landing

Tyrion's wedding day had quickly arrived. Two hours before the ceremony Valyria had found her way to Sansa's door, she knocked and was greeted by a handmaiden, Shae, who she knew had a relationship of sorts with Tyrion, well Varys had told her as much.

"Who is it?" The voice of the eldest Stark girl rang out. "Ser Valyria Targaryen." The Lorathi woman replied. Sansa thought that the female knight was there on orders from the Queen, for she sat straighter and her features fell. "Come in, Ser." The girl spoke softly. Shae moved and Valyria entered the small room.

"Calm down, child. I'm not here to spy on you. I wanted to tell you of some information I came across." The Stark girl looked up with a hint of curiosity in her eyes. Valyria moved forward toward the girl. "Your sister Arya, she's alive. I saw her at Harrenhal, dressed as a boy. Lord Tywin never suspected her." Valyria whispered into Sansa's ear.

The girl turned to face the knight wide-eyed at the news. "Why didn't you tell him? Why are you telling me?" She asked, confused at the Targaryen's actions. "Because you need some hope in your life, now more than ever. If you need anything, anything at all I will try to help you." Valyria stated truthfully. Sansa nodded her head. "Thank you." She said quietly.

Shae opened the door again and Tyrion appeared in the doorway. Both women turned to look at the dwarf. Valyria stood up and looked back at Sansa. "I'll see you at the sept." And with that she left, leaving the future couple to their own devices.

Valyria had journeyed to the Great Sept of Baelor, behind the Queen's carriage. While four of the Kingsguard waited on either side of the great stone doors, Valyria stood next to Cersei and Lord Tywin.

While Ser Loras, the newest member, stood next to his family across the aisle. Tyrion stood to the right of the High Septon who droned on and on about the Seven.

Soon the doors opened again and Sansa stood in the center of the archway. She walked inside and the doors were closed. She searched the room seeing everyone looking at her. Joffrey stalked out of the shadows and held out his arm to the young girl. She questioned him and reluctantly took his arm when he answered.

All chatter stopped as everyone watched the pair walk towards the High Septon. When they reached their destination Joffrey grabbed the stool, that was meant to help Tyrion cloak, Sansa. "You may now cloak the bride and bring her under your protection." The High Septon stated. Sansa turned around but Tyrion could not reach. Some of the attendees started to snicker at the little Lannisterʻs predicament. Lord Tywin and Valyria sent outglares, quickly silencing them all. "Could you . . ." Tyrion asked gently and Sansa lowered herself so Tyrion could reach.

Once the cloaking was done the Septon continued. "Your grace, your grace, my lords, my ladies we are gathered here in the sight of gods and men to witness the union of man and wife. One heart, one flesh, one soul, now and forever." "Let it be known that Sansa is of house Stark and Tyrion of House Lannister are one heart, one flesh, one soul."

The ceremony continued but another hiccup came during the kiss. Sansa once again had to kneel, though more reluctant this time. Tyrion felt the same, the kiss was over as soon as it began. Sansa then stood to her full height, her hand joined with Tyrion's as they walked out Joffrey, Cersei, Tywin, and Valyria following next.