The Traitor's Wedding

Chapter Twelve

Pregnant.

The word didn't seem to reach her at first. Sansa Clegane stared at Tyrion Lannister, looked to Shae, who seemed both furious and concerned, and back to the Imp in front of her.

Pregnant.

Was that even possible?

But then she thought about it. How she and Sandor had fairly been copulating almost every night and many mornings after Sandor's initial shock. Thought about her lack of moonblood. Her unusual impatience and mood swings. The way she couldn't stomach some foods and how she was nauseous at times. Was this all connected simply to a small part of life growing inside of her? She felt sick almost thinking about it. What would Joffrey...?

She didn't finish that thought; she only rushed to the washbin and heaved into it. Shae bustled over to her, murmuring some words, tugging back her braid, and offering some water for her to rinse her mouth. Sansa took the water offered, tears almost brimming in her eyes. What was she to do? She was still in the middle of the lion's den, with only Sandor as her protection and now Tyrion... Tyrion...

She turned back to the Imp, who was watching her with a look of discomfort. "Why did you want to know this? Why would you tell me?" she demanded, fairly stalking up to him and looking down at the shorter man. Her mind was reeling. How had she not even thought about this before? She'd been sleeping with Sandor since their wedding night, of course it was a possibility! Why didn't she think to prevent something this disastrous until after they'd escaped?

"Lady Sansa, we are not looking to use you or to rat you out to Joffrey. It's quite the opposite in fact." He smiled at her, as if that would make everything okay. "I'm working with someone. We are going to find a way to get you out of this city, away from the hands of Joffrey. You and the Hound both."

"Could she... I mean, is it possible that Jaynie is wrong?" she asked, almost hoping so.

All she could think was, Joffrey. Joffrey. Joffrey. Joffrey... What would Joffrey do if he found out?

Her mind kept imaging all the different things the boy King could do. And she still hadn't heard about the worst of his punishments, just what he thought would be best for her to hear. Tyrion seemed to be able to read her thoughts, for he gave her a pitying look and told her, "Unfortunately, it is very rare that she is wrong."

Sansa just wanted to sit down and cry. Instead, she looked at him with a lost expression and eventually asked quietly, "What am I supposed to do now?"

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Varys was a man who prided himself on the fact he never intervened. He sat back, played with his webs and watched as all the plots worked themselves out, one way or the other. He never stepped in on anyone's behalf for any reason. Most people never even tried coming to him because they knew he was his own Spider. That, and Eunuches seemed to have an uncomfortable effect on the other population.

When Tyrion Lannister beckoned for him and asked him about Lady Sansa, for once Varys was at a loss. No one ever called upon a spider to help out a poor girl trapped in lion's den.

He was hesitant. Yes, he felt for the poor Clegane girl. No girl deserved the punishment that Joffrey put her to. Still, he knew what he did, he certainly didn't step in for anyone or for any reason. He just listened and watched and made sure he wouldn't be in any danger. Yet, Tyrion called out for help, offered what he could do for Varys and played with the Spider's small pitying side to the poor redheaded girl he saw nearly shake in fear with every step she took.