Game of Thrones - the Remix!

Dinner with Tywin, Jaime and Cersei

Sansa

It was simply extraordinary. Unlike anything she had every experienced, and she wished that she could just stay inside of it forever. She told herself that she was washing it all away all of the filth she had witnessed an known at Kings Landing, with Joffrey,  and the Hound. All of  Little Finger's deceit and treachery...all of it. However, she still knew not what to do about Tyrion, her husband.

She stepped out of the shower.  Simply heavenly, this shower. Lady Steffana said that indoor plumbing was one of mankind's best inventions. With this she had to agree. She had never felt so clean in all her life! Lady Steffana had insisted. She complained of the smells. She detested how this world smelled. She said she wanted to vomit, sometimes...and actually remarked that she had to remember to turn the smells off. Turn the smells off? Could she actually do such a thing? Thus far she had shown them many wonders.

But the worse of it, was that dreaded machine of hers that showed the future! It was true...Linger Finger had betrayed her family, not once but several times, and he had even intended on more treachery for her...if it had not been for Lady Steffana, for her interference, Little Finger would have sold her to a monster! Ramsey Bolton! The son of Lord Roose Bolton, who had brutally murdered her brother Robb. 

She, much like Tyrion, Oberyn and even Ellaria owed Lady Steffana a debt. She had saved her from a horrible fate...and she had done it kindly too. Or had she? Could she really trust this strange, strange sorceress with the mechanical dragon that seemed to bend time. In a journey that had taken a fortnight, Lady Steffana's magical machine had completed in less than a day...and everything she had was like that, with Lady Steffana. A dress that woudl have taken, al least a year to sew ordinarily, with all of the embroidery and detail, and exquisitely special fabrics, had only required a few hours of Sansa's time. She actually wanted to spend a great deal more time, on the dress, but she had a time limit. Tyrion had announced that she, along with herself and Lady Steffana, woudl be dining with his family that evening. She hadn't seen them, any of those dreadful Lannister's since Joffrey's death at the royal wedding. Would she be accused of treason? Murder?  Surely Cersei blamed her and hated her. The last thing she wanted to do was dine with Tyrion's family...but...she hadn't been asked, she'd been told.

She walked out of the bed chambers she had selected...however lady Steffana called them rooms. Bedrooms and she had laughed at them calling them chambers. Prince Oberlyn and his mistress went back between various states of agitation over lady Steffana's peculiarities. Appranetly, Sansa wasn't the only one who questioning the motives of Lady Steffana.

But...the plumbing, the dressmaker, the food maker, the saty...the saty...Ellaria said it was her God, and the saty would bring you almost anything you asked for. If it was a God, it was far more responsive than any of the old Gods or new ones, that she had known. When Lord Tyrion arrived at her bed chambers- or room- well she was ready, impeccably groomed, clothes, hair, even nails...the saty left no detail unattended to. No matter what else happened, at the dinner, at least she was well dressed.

Lord Tyrion escorted her into the main living space of the magical machine, and then said in exasperation,

"Now where is she! She has to know that we need to leave if we plan to be in time."

Ellaria exited her and Oberyn's bedchambers barely dressed, and said,

"Oh, look at the Stark girl. She's back to wearing the wolf!"

Tyrion seemed agitated by the comment. She could have and probably should have made a different choice but, she didin't want to. She was a Stark after all. She kept reminding herslef of lady Steffana's words...you don't have to do anything that you don't want to. It