Chapter 21

Casterly Rock – Sansa

The last morning on their journey to the Rock, Tywin had woken her before the dawn broke. With the metal funnel procured at Sarsfield and a system firmly in place, feeding the cubs had become less onerous and could be done within half an hour of them waking.

No matter what he said, her husband was as devoted and in love with the cubs as she was, and they spent hours each night gazing at them.

Tywin refused to call them by any name other than their full ones, while Sansa tried to hide her smile. She always was using their nicknames, which immediately made them ten times more adorable.

Alexander, while a worthy and noble name, was named for the lion in the movie Madagascar. Of course, she couldn't tell Tywin that – for how would she ever explain television and movies to him? It was difficult enough when she spoke without thinking and told him things like household pets and veterinarians.

Her husband, arguably the smartest man she knew, was continually trying to assimilate the information that she gave him. She could tell when she'd lost him, or introduced some foreign concept, for he had a specific frown in that instance.

Most times, she'd make a note of it as she knew when they were alone he'd have more questions for her. His mind was a marvel and one she loved to engage with. But on the road, camping was not the place for long, philosophical debates with her husband.

As much as the travel from Riverrun to Casterly Rock had been an adventure, Sansa was weary of being on the back of a horse. The days were endless, and she was sore and dirty. Her gowns had lost all lustre, they were dirty, and she longed for a proper bed – and bed chambers where she might spend more than a few moments at a time.

She wanted her new home, and she wanted it now. She wanted privacy and the chance to bathe each day, and time to just spend with Tywin. Not that she imagined people in their positions had much 'spare time' as it were – that seemed a very modern concept, and one she'd imagined would never catch on here. Everything took so much time in the past, including the simple act of bathing and dressing.

As they raced down the road, Sansa's thoughts turned to what she knew of the Rock.

Sansa had visited the Rock so many times in 2020, that it was easy for her to recall the many hours she'd spent there. Still, one of the significant differences between the version she knew and the one she'd see today was the sheer size. All that was left in modern times was less than a tenth of the original structure. It was indeed a ruin.

While the ruins she knew still overlooked the harbour of Lannisport and the Sunset Sea, so much of the land had been reclaimed by developers and the region itself that Sansa knew what she would see today would not be the Casterly Rock she knew.

At its prime, the Rock was a concentric castle – a castle within a castle that had high walls with gates and watchtowers, barracks and storerooms, grand galleries and so many rooms she would probably never see them all. There were inner and outer defences, including places where men could line up on the walls to defend the Rock should it be attacked.

The base contained vast sea carved caverns, and there were hundreds of mineshafts deep within. Sansa was well aware that there were untouched gold veins within its depths. And judging by what she'd seen at the Golden Tooth, the Rock wasn't the only keep in the Westerlands to house Tywin's vast fortune. It was staggering when she thought about how much wealth was tied up in one family.

The main castle itself had initially been built by the Casterly's of antiquity, carved out the great stone hill that overlooked the Harbor. Because of the inclusion of the natural stone hill, the Rock was three times the height of the Wall in the North of the Hightower of Oldtown, and two leagues long from east to west.

When Sansa did the math, that accounted for 11 kilometres! For a single residence!

In size, the Rock was second, only to Harrenhal. That castle was now burnt wreckage, leaving the Rock as the largest and most impressive castle in all of Westeros. The ruin where she'd strolled with her father had been one-tenth of that size.

And she was now it's mistress. She was now, Lady Sansa Lannister. If they couldn't rescue Jaime, and she had a son with Tywin, he would inherit this great keep. And she was expected to run it!

As if he could sense her slight distress, Tywin called for a break. They were close, for Sansa could smell the sea, and she knew the cubs would need a break. Both now had their eyes open, and while they had adapted to being on their laps, they were becoming more curious by the day.

Sliding from her horse, she handed her cub to Sandor, who had become one of the de facto caregivers of Alex, while Tygett took Augy. It was a testament to how much Tywin had come to see Sandor's worth, that he was allowed to care for the cubs, and Sansa knew that Sandor would be loyal to Tywin for all his days.

Sansa was handed a warmed cup of cider and some bread to nibble on as she took a hastily procured seat.

Nerves were at war with her tiredness, and she felt jumpy and edgy as if her skin was too tight.

After speaking with Kevan and Addam about something, Tywin came striding up to her.

He looked energized, Sansa realized, as if he hadn't just spent the past month up-ending his entire life, by marrying her, declaring for the rebels, rescuing two lions and marching home with a new wife. It was the Rock, Sansa knew. His home. She was scared shitless and Tywin looked like he was going to Disneyland.

It wasn't fair, and she worried that she would embarrass him with her lack of day to day knowledge. Highborn women were trained their entire life to take on such a role – she'd been here for a month!

Kneeling before her, Sansa had a brief moment to wonder if he'd ever put himself in such a supplicant position. She knew he never had, and only did so for her.

"We are almost there. There is a mile of road and a small hill, and then the valley will be below us. When we crest the hill, the Rock will be in the distance. It is perhaps a league away, from the time you can see it, but there are small homesteads around, with a larger town closer to the outer wall."

She nodded and sipped her cider, taking in his words.

"I'm excited," she told him, shyly. "And nervous."

He must have read her like a book, for he cupped her cheek. She could feel the callouses on his hand, a hand that had been responsible already in this lifetime for so much death. Even the most powerful man in the realm had rough hands. These were violent times, and Tywin's sword had seen its fair share of blood. His armour was not just for show, she knew. Still, she leaned into his hand, drawing strength from him.

Even with the violence, the uncertainty, the more time she spent in this ancient time, the less she missed her home. There were things, like plumbing and wi-fi, Starbucks and sushi that Sansa would pay good Lannister gold for, but by and large, she was adapting to being back here.

She was starting to think like those around her, speak like them, act like them.

And the one thing that the future did not have was Tywin.

He was her touchstone, her heart, her soulmate. She was convinced that this was the place where and when she belonged – by his side. Their love grew by the day, and she was nervous that when they were home, she'd lose him to the massive responsibilities that he must have. There had to be at least a thousand people that lived at the Rock – more in nearby Lannisport. A hundred thousand made up that city, and their safety was on Tywin's shoulders. He had such a burden, named Warden of the West, the Shield of Lannisport. She knew he took these responsibilities seriously, as a man in his position should.

There were countless noble houses in the Westerlands that relied on him to keep them safe, and all of this rested on Tywin's shoulders. Sansa wanted to be a helpmate to him, but even with her intelligence and knowledge, she knew she was woefully underprepared to be the mistress of a keep like the Rock.

"My love, I will help you. As will Tygett, Kevan, Genna and Gerion. You are never alone when the pride has accepted you."

"I don't want to be an embarrassment, Tywin," she whispered. "I would hate it if I were to do something…"

His lips were on hers before she could finish her sentence.

When he'd all but stolen her breath, they rested his forehead against hers.

"You will learn. It will be a lot, and you will be exhausted. But you are so intelligent, Sansa. I know you can do this. And I will help you."

Reassured since he didn't merely appease her, but instead told her what he'd expect from her as his lady wife, Sansa felt something settle in her. To some, Tywin might seem harsh and demanding, but she needed to learn. Her husband was an important man – perhaps the most important after the King himself.

Yes, she loved him.

Yes, she was a high born woman.

Yes, she represented new heirs for House Lannister.

And yes, she'd found the lion cubs.

But she was now Lady Sansa Lannister and all eyes, not only of those in the West, but all of Westeros would be on her. On them. They had enemies. The realm was at war. Sansa had to prove herself to be worthy of this title she now held.

For years now, Sansa knew that Tywin's daughter must have thought herself the mistress of the Rock. And why wouldn't she?

Tywin had never intended to remarry.

Jaime was lost to him as heir.

And everyone knew that Tywin would never allow Tyrion to take up the mantle.

That had left only his daughter and a distant father that had done nothing to curb her desires for the Rock to become hers.

Not for the first time, Sansa wondered what were Tywin's plans? Had he ever thought to get Jaime back? What was his solution to the heir problem he had faced?

Sansa also wondered what his plan had been when he'd sacked King's Landing. When Cersei and Robert had married a few years after the rebellion, Tywin had let Jaime stay in King's Landing.

Why had he not taken his son back? Why not reclaim his heir?

There would have been no argument Robert could have made to keep Jaime with him in King's Landing, and with two younger brothers, Tywin easily could have had Robert name Gerion to his guard. It would have made all kinds of sense to exchange Jaime for Gerion, and Sansa couldn't help but wonder why Tywin hadn't.

Still, that was a conversation for another day. Today, she had to focus on the problem in front of her – namely that within an hour she would take up the mantle of one of the most powerful women in the realm.

"Promise me that you will tell me if I do something wrong," she said, clutching at him.

She felt needy and decidedly off-balance. She had dreamed of seeing the Rock at the height of its power, and now, she was at most, an hour away. And yet it all felt so overwhelming.

Drawn into Tywin's strong embrace, Sansa allowed the steadfastness of her husband to leach into her. He murmured reassurances into her ear, told her how much he loved her and stroked her, until back on solid footing, she nodded into his chest.

"I am sorry I am such a mess," she tried to explain.

Tilting her chin gently in his hands, she saw the gold sparks in his green eyes. This man had such capacity at softness with her, which was entirely at odds with his personality.

"Sansa, stop. Think of everything you have been through in the past month. You have handled yourself admirably. I will assign Genna and Dorna to help you, and I will be there. When we ride for King's Landing, you will be by my side. I will not claim the throne without my queen," he all but purred.

Queen!

Of the Seven Kingdoms.

Like a real Queen. With real power. Unilateral power, held by the monarchs. Not a figurehead, or a place holder.

Sansa's head spun.

It had been one thing to discuss such matters in the wood outside of Riverrun, but now? Now it felt real. They were on the cusp of monumental change that would alter the history that Sansa had known so well. It both invigorated her and scared her.

"Do you think this is why I was sent back?" she whispered.

Sansa knew all about the Second Long Night and the Dragon Queen's invasion with her foreign hordes. Thousands had perished, and many more had crops and homes destroyed. Perhaps that was the reason she was here – to better prepare the realm for the wars ahead. Perhaps she was here to stop the wars from happening. Was that even possible?

A finger stroked down her cheek as his lips pressed softly to hers. Sansa revelled at the moment, clutching at Tywin's arms. He was in his crimson steel plate armour, laced with gold. The cloak at his neck, a rich red, was fastened with two golden lionesses, and she'd helped him with it this morning.

He was so handsome that he stole her breath.

And he was hers.

Tywin Lannister was hers.

She did not question that for a moment. He did not hide what he felt for her nor the importance of her place by his side. She knew his love was deep and abiding, and that he'd chosen her.

"I don't know, Sansa. What I know, without a doubt, is that you and I were meant to be. Beyond that, we must make our own destiny, Sansa. We have changed things, altered the course of history you know so well. All we can do is make the best decisions for our House as we go forward. To secure the legacy with your knowledge and my power. That is what makes us great. That is what will make us unstoppable."

She nodded through the sheen of tears, undone by this man and the depth of his love.

Tywin leaned closer, and she felt his breath in her ear, as a large hand pressed gently to her stomach. "And perhaps, it is not merely travelling that makes you so emotional. Perhaps, we will be blessed with a child of our own."

It was too soon to know for sure, but they hadn't exactly been shy with their physical love for one another. They'd done nothing to prevent pregnancy, and she knew that she'd been midcycle when their marriage occurred. It was quite possible that she was pregnant.

Taking two deep breaths, she righted herself, allowing her excitement to see the Rock wash over her, chasing away the fears and worry.

"I'm ready," she announced, going up on her tiptoes to brush her hands through the Great Lion's blond hair.

"Take me to the Rock, husband."

Eyes dancing, Tywin nodded. He wanted her there – at the Rock, where this entire journey of theirs had begun.

"There will be a procession," he warned her.

Tywin had sent a messenger ahead to confirm the news that not only did their Lord return but did so with a wife and two lion cubs. They were expecting crowds to line the Ocean Road, and Sansa could see Tywin's pride in his people and his land.

Holding hands, Tywin escorted her back to her mount, and Sansa was pleased she'd chosen her crimson gown today. She knew she looked like worthy Lady Lannister, although her husband was muttering.

"You need gold. This is hardly appropriate for my wife."

Delighted by him and intrigued at what Tywin might considering proper jewelry for her, Sansa felt the last of the tension dissipate. She had his love, his support and his encouragement.

He helped her on her mare, white to match his great warhorse. Then handed her Alex, who yawned sleepily.

"He just fed and voided," Sandor muttered.

"Thank you, Sandor," Sansa said, making him happy with the compliment.

"Twas nothing," he said, before hurrying to his own horse. Still, he looked back at her and Alex, and Sansa knew that Sandor Clegane would be as loyal to her as the day was long.

Sansa knew that he felt welcome into the fold, and Tygett was pleased with his progress. He was as loyal as they came, and had more than earned his place by their side. Soon enough, Tywin would deal with Gregor, and there would be one less monster in the world. Sansa could hardly wait to see that happen and tucked Alex into her lap. He gave a little yawn, and Sansa couldn't help but stroke his soft head. Augy, who seemed a bit less playful than his brother, was with Tywin.

Word had spread, and those that would greet them on their approach to the Rock would know that the lions' cubs were with them, and they'd be clamouring for a look. Sansa couldn't help but giggle each time Tywin held one aloft as if he were Simba himself looking out over the savannah. She wondered if Ty would mind if she started calling him the Lion King. It fit and her husband would have no idea she was channeling a cartoon with his title.

As they began their ascent up the small hill, Sansa couldn't help but admire the way Tywin's horse and armour gleamed crimson and gold. She understood it to be a show – the pomp and pageantry that was demanded by such a man. He had returned with a wife and lion cubs. By anyone's standards, that was a good day out. To not capitalize on such circumstances would be ludicrous, especially when they both knew Tywin would need to call his banners and ride to King's Landing within a few months. It boded well that everyone was reminded that the Great Lion, the Warden of the West, the Shield of Lannisport, was still that powerful man that brought houses Reyne and Tarbeck to heel.

The banners behind them snapped, the sun making the golden lion gleam on its crimson bed, with Kevan and Tygett behind them, followed by Catelyn, then Addam and Sandor and the rest of their loyal men and servants. When they crested the hill, Sansa's eyes were on Tywin, and she saw the sheer pride, love and peace that stole over his handsome face when he spotted the Rock. The only other time he looked like that was when he gazed at her in private.

As if sensing her eyes on him, he turned his head and gave one of his rare public smiles.

"Our home, My Lady. Look," he commanded softly. Their gazes held, the green deepening in his as a wealth of meaning was exchanged without words.

Home.

Sansa was finally home.

After losing her father, she'd wondered if she would ever find a home again.

Now Tywin was offering her the most spectacular keep in the seven kingdoms as theirs.

Sansa took a deep breath, smelled the ocean, and knew she'd found her place. She was back to the place that had drawn her since for as long as she could remember. And now she was loved, so profoundly and thoroughly, it staggered her. She was no longer without a family, no longer anchorless and without people to love and who loved her. For a brief moment, grief so fierce for her father roared through her. But there was no bringing Ned Stark back, and Sansa had found a place here, beside a man she'd admired and respected her entire life.

A man whom she loved with her entire heart.

She gave Tywin a nod.

"Home," she said and then turned her head, prepared to finally see Casterly Rock as it had always meant to be seen.

Sansa felt her jaw drop.

It couldn't possibly be real, was her first thought.

She had been through the ruins of Casterly Rock at least a dozen times. She had walked it's ancient stone corridors and climbed the endless steps. She'd stood in the cavernous main entry, so named the Lion's Mouth, that reached two hundred feet high and had steps wide enough for twenty riders abreast.

She knew there were tunnels, dungeons, storerooms and barracks; halls, stables, a sept, courtyards and balconies. And the gardens. Endless gardens that had been left to grow wild over the years.

She had run her hands along with the very stones where the man she now loved had lived his life; where he had loved and grieved, wept and raged.

And nothing could compare her for what now stood before her.

"It's so big," she murmured out loud, the sun striking it and bathing it almost in silver. That was an understatement. For a modern woman, the Rock defied explanation.

It was, she realized, a castle within a castle, which was a fortified design, the inner castle or main body having additional buildings and walls surrounding it. It meant any invading army would be slowed before they could get to the main keep itself.

Almost immediately, her eyes were drawn to how massive the outer wall was, and the impressive moat that butted up against said wall. She had never read a description where the Rock had a moat!

"Nothing can reach us from the ocean," Tywin said, pride evident in his voice. "The only threat that ships pose is to ferry men to another spot, to launch their attack. Because it is built on the edge of a huge cliff, I can see my enemies approach for miles."

It was true that any assault on the Rock would have to come from land – and even in the distance, Sansa swore she spotted defences on the outer walls that historians had debated for generations.

Sansa wanted to race down the ocean road to see if other things that had been 'recreated' in modern times were wrong. The battlements at the Rock had always seemed off to her – not big enough for proper coverage, and the pieces of walls that remained were without machicolations. Those were not things a man like Tywin would have allowed to go unnoticed, as they were critical in a castle's defence.

As she rode closer, she spotted more details and her excitement built. No wonder Tywin had such an ego – the Rock was unlike any other castle in its time.

She turned to her husband, a huge smile on her face, so large it almost ached.

"Tywin, there are no words. I'm speechless, truly, husband. It must be the greatest keep in the Seven Kingdoms."

Her husband's chest swelled with pride, and he nodded.

"It is," he said, meaning it.

Gods, she loved that about him. Let no one doubt that Tywin knew precisely what he was Lord and master of.

Then with a shout, he kicked his horse and charged down the road, the massive destrier kicking up dust and dirt. Laughing, Sansa raced after him, loving how much younger and carefree Tywin looked now that they were almost home.

She willfully pushed aside thoughts of how badly Cersei might react to her father arriving home with a new wife and followed her husband until they were at the bottom of the hill, the village more pronounced and the Rock even large, lording over its subjects, still a fair distance away.

Tywin slowed his mount, as the throngs lined the road. Prepared, Sansa was able to canter beside her husband, waving and smiling at the cheers rose. Behind them, more Lannister lions, as Kevan and Tygett flew the proud lion sigil banners of House Lannister. There was no mistaking the show these men were putting on, with Sansa receiving her unofficial coronation as Lady Lannister.

The commotion awoke the cubs, who peeked out from where they were secured in sashes around Tywin and Sansa. As the crowd spotted them, the roar was deafening as the chants of Lord Tywin swelled.

It went on for an age until, in the heart of the village that occupied the space outside of the Rock, her husband paused to hold Augustus aloft. Sansa did the same with Alexander, and she gazed at Tywin in wonder as the crowd went wild.

Usually, Sansa knew the area in front of the Rock would be empty; a field left barren for the Lord to see his enemies approach. Now? There were thousands of people.

"It is as if Lannisport itself emptied to welcome you back," Kevan said, wonder in his voice.

Tywin merely grunted, but even Sansa could tell this show of support amazed him. Hope had returned to the West with their marriage.

"What are the lion names, My Lord?" Someone called.

Clearing his throat, Tywin responded.

"Augustus the Majestic, and Alexander, the Defender. Sent to House Lannister to remind all in the West of our rightful place. The lion rules this land. No more will we bow to dragons than foreign rulers who threaten to burn us in our beds, rape our women and steal our sons and heirs! We will take back what is ours, with lions by our side!"

The crowd thundered its approval, and Tywin waited for quiet again.

"Many might have wondered, had our time come? Was House Lannister going to fade? To allow the Mad King to keep Jaime by his side, wearing that white cloak in order to steal my heir."

Tywin paused, and Sansa had to give the man his due for dramatic effect.

"NO!" he bellowed. "Here and now, remember this day. When your Lord demands your service, respond, and glory will be yours. Our place will be assured and we will take back what the dragons stole from us!"

The crowd went mad, and with a jerk of his head, Tywin kicked his horse.

"To the Rock," he yelled, as Sansa followed him, slightly in awe of whom she had married. It was something to see a man as powerful as he, in his prime. Her entire life, she'd wondered what Tywin was like, and now, at this moment, she was rewriting history with him.

She followed him towards the Rock as they rumbled across the lowered drawbridge. It had long been a point of debate whether a moat had ringed the front of the magnificent castle, and now Sansa had her proof. She was barely able to take in the towering walls, the vast guard towers, the sheer size of this place. The ruins had not done it justice, and Sansa knew that her jaw must be hanging open. She hoped most would attribute it to her being a Tully.

Once through the main gate, they entered a huge courtyard where hundreds more gathered. These were the people who lived and worked in the Rock, and Sansa knew they were numbered in the thousands. Running a castle, this size was an incredible amount of work and, honestly, impressive.

There were more cheers with their Lord was spotted, his armour slightly dulled from the hard month he'd had, but no less welcome. These were the people that loved the Great Lion, whose families had served House Lannister for decades.

Now their Lord had returned and with a wife!

Tywin led the way towards the Lion's Mouth, the enormous natural cavern that had stone steps carved into it. Even though she and Tywin were in the front, there was room enough for twenty riders to join them, abreast. It was staggering.

At the top, there were more people gathered, although they were grouped together. Briefly, Sansa thought she recognized Tywin's daughter, her blond hair gleaming before her horse naturally followed Tywin's, and Sansa lost her first view of Cersei. He made a show of being back here, in his proper place. There was no smile on his face, but Sansa could tell he was pleased with what he'd accomplished.

Once the horses were still, she took a moment to gaze at the small family group that was there.

Genna was easily recognizable with her blond hair, ample bosom and ringed fingers. Genna's face wasn't cold, but it wasn't exactly warm and welcoming either.

Dorna Lannister, a pretty woman in her thirties, was hard to miss, as she was beaming at Kevan, their two eldest sons standing by her, blond hair gleaming. She also sent Sansa a small smile, which allowed her to relax marginally.

Gerion, the youngest of Tywin's siblings, was a handsome man, who cut a dashing figure, but somehow paled next to his accomplished older sibling. Still, Gerion gave her an appreciative look and then smirked at his older brothers, Kevan and Tygett. He might have said something, but a look for Tywin had him holding his tongue.

It was incredible to realize that she was seeing all of Tywin's siblings, together. Within a few years, one would be dead, the other lost on his quest to find Brightroar. Perhaps that was something that Sansa could change. The Lannisters were extremely well-positioned to rule Westeros if petty squabbles and in-fighting didn't tear them apart.

Other great houses had been devastated, with more death coming. But all Lannister's, save for Tyrion, were here. Sansa wondered if it were possible to make Tygett and Gerion understand the role they might play, should Tywin take the throne. It would be imperative to have his family by his side.

When Sansa's eyes slid to Cersei's, she saw the flare of hatred there, and knew, that this would not be a happy relationship. Any possible reconciliation that Tywin had thought might come about with their marriage, would not happen.

At Cersei's back, stood the looming presence of Gregor Clegane, and Sansa couldn't help but look to where Sandor sat on his horse. His face was a blank mask, but she knew he had to be wondering if Tywin would make good on his promise to deal with the monster that was the eldest Clegane. If Tywin didn't, she would. No way was she having a man like that run loose.

There were are other people standing there, men who had to hold important positions at Casterly Rock. She felt positively giddy at the thought!

Sansa was finally going to meet a Maester of one of the biggest castles in Westeros. And a Master at Arms. And the Captain of House Lannister guards.

Excitement thrummed through her as she sat on her horse, waiting to find out what their next move was. Alex wiggled on her lap, and Sansa wondered if Augy was starting to wake as well.

"My Lord, welcome back," a middle-aged man, thin, with sandy brown hair said, bowing respectfully to Tywin.

"Maester Creylen, a pleasure. Allow me to introduce my wife, Lady Sansa Lannister, formerly of House Tully, and her sister, Lady Catelyn Stark."

The Maester dipped his head in respect to both of them, and Sansa nodded back. She glanced at her sister, a woman from this time, and was suddenly exceedingly grateful to have her here. Catelyn would surely help her navigate this new world, and since they were sisters, she'd be an ally.

Another man stepped forward and dipped his head.

"Lord Tywin, your chambers have been prepared. We received word of your marriage, a most joyous event."

"My steward, Gerold Serrett," Tywin explained. Tywin's steward appeared close to thirty, and loyal to her husband.

"My Lady," Ser Serrett said, dipping his head in respect to her and the position she now held.

Sansa bowed back, her heart thumping madly. This was wild! It was almost like she was living inside a great portrait come to life. Or one of those movie sets when they did a period piece. Except, the blood here was real and no one was going to yell, CUT.

The next in line was Vylarr, Captain of the House Lannister guards. He was a man in his mid-forties and a fierce looking one at that.

There was a line of guards, two deep, numbering in the hundreds, all with golden armour and red cloaks. They were loyal to Tywin first, and every other Lannister second. Finally, Sansa met Ser Benedict Broom, Casterly Rock's Master at Arms, an older man, nearly fifty.

It was a staggering display of power, for these men helped run the most impressive castle in the realm – one that in its long and storied history had never been breached until Jaime had abandoned it, giving it up to foreign invaders when the war with the so-called Dragon Queen began. But that was years away, and Sansa knew many things would change by then. Tywin might have a stroke if she told him what Jaime did.

"Before you meet my family, Lady Sansa, let us put to bed the rumours that are sure to have reached the ears of all those in this hall. Lions have returned to House Lannister," Tywin proudly announced, looking to her.

With a nod, Sansa pulled back the sash, just as Alex yawned again, then stretched.

She held hers up, in both hands now as he'd gained weight, just as Tywin did the same.

Stunning looks of utter disbelief met the cubs' presentations until Genna broke it by throwing back her head and letting out a huge burst of happy laughter.

She clapped her hands.

"This is an auspicious start to your marriage, brother, and one that the gods surely had a hand in. May I?" she asked, holding out her hands and stepping closer to Sansa.

Sansa gave Tywin a look, who nodded before Sansa leaned down to give Genna her cub.

"Oh my," she gushed, running a jewelled finger over his tawny head.

"His name is Alexander, Lady Genna."

Genna's intelligent green eyes met Sansa's.

"And is it true that you went into the hill, fought off a pack of wild dogs, to win these lions for our house?"

Sansa couldn't see Tywin and had no idea what she was supposed to do. So she went with her instinct.

"Well, first, I ran out of our tent in Tywin's robe and bellowed for him to come quickly. Of course, all the men were staring at me, but I had more important things to worry about than whether I was dressed appropriately. Tywin came running, of course. Then we went to rescue them."

Silence.

Then Genna's laughter again.

"Oh, I like you. You will do. You will do very nicely, indeed. Welcome to Casterly Rock, Lady Sansa."

Genna's approval, as Casterly Rock's defecto mistress since Jonna had died, all but guaranteed Sansa's acceptance as the Rock's new lady. Genna went back to cooing at the cub, who was purring mightily in her arms, delighted by Alex.

Gerion stepped up then to meet Augustus and take him from Tywin, so most missed the look of seething hatred on Cersei's face.

But not Sandor, and not Sansa. Both watched as Tywin's daughter turned almost red with rage, and her eyes glittered. She looked like she was about to explode, and idly Sansa wondered if she would have reacted this way to anyone Tywin decided to wed, or if it might have been easier had he chosen another from the Westerlands.

Of course, marrying within his region did nothing to build alliances – alliances Sansa knew he needed. Whether Cersei liked it or not, Sansa Tully had been an excellent match for Tywin Lannister. The fact that she might refuse to see that only added to her instability in Sansa's estimation. They lived in a time when a man did whatever possible to advance the family name – a lesson Tywin had drilled into his children's heads, again and again.

As Tywin dismounted and came to help Sansa down, Sandor was also there, a large and looming presence. She knew he was uneasy with Gregor so close. To be honest, Sansa was as well.

"Be careful of that one," he muttered darkly, and Sansa swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry as they both watched Cersei. She hadn't taken her eyes from Sansa, and did not miss when Tywin stroked a gentle hand down Sansa's arm, nor how close the Great Lion stood to his new wife.

Tywin's youngest brother, still holding Augy, stepped forward to be introduced to Sansa.

"Gerion," Tywin's deep voice resonated as his brother tipped his head to Tywin before he gave a bow to Sansa.

"My Lady. Welcome to the Rock. I am pleasantly shocked that someone has roused our brother to leave his liar. He's been quite the recluse these past few years, and word of your beauty was not exaggerated. Who knew he suddenly preferred red hair? We all thought Tywin was mad for blondes."

Tywin growled out a warning, green eyes flashing, as Gerion smirked.

Sansa had no idea what to say to that slightly biting comment, although with Tywin standing so close, she felt his hand on her back, comfortably stroking her. She knew that he would not allow Gerion to get away with much.

"It is I that is lucky, to have such a husband as Lord Tywin," she said demurely, nodding her head. "And I'd like to think my husband finds beauty where beauty is, and does not limit himself to one … type. After all, he has now done his duty twice, while you remain unmarried, I see."

Gerion's cheeks flushed red as if he couldn't quite believe that Sansa would be so bold, while Tywin chuckled.

"Careful, brother," Tywin cautioned. "Lady Sansa has more than proven herself worthy of her new titles. And her wit is sharp. As are her claws." It was high praise from her husband and Sansa beamed at him.

A snort had them all turning to see Cersei waving a hand in front of her face.

"I'm sorry, Father. I choked."

Tywin's green eyes narrowed, and Sansa's heart began to thump wildly. She wondered if he could see what she did, that Cersei hated her. She sauntered up to them, for there was no other way to describe her leisurely stroll, almost as if she were the one who ruled the Rock and not her father.

"Careful daughter," Tywin said, warning clear. There was no way Tywin could miss Cersei's attitude. And there were no doubts which woman he would choose if pushed. The only one who might not see it was Cersei herself, but she'd discover that soon enough if she insisted on her attitude.

"Lady Sansa," she said, dipping low into the perfect curtsey, while her mouth remained downturned into something between a sneer and a frown. It made her beautiful face, ugly. Cersei already had etched into her face, lines of anger and derision.

"Welcome to Casterly Rock."

The greeting was glacial.

Tywin's eyes narrowed, and his mouth turned down his entire body stiffening. It was not hard to see that this would not be a pleasant meeting. Any hope either Sansa or Tywin had harboured that Cersei might somehow see this marriage not only as advantageous but that her father was happy and in love, evaporated like smoke.

Sansa returned the greeting and then stepped closer to Tywin.

"Lady Cersei, a pleasure."

Cersei gave a bitter little laugh.

"Please, Lady Sansa, let us not start off this relationship with lies. I am the living embodiment of my father's great love. The story of him and Lady Joanna is legendary. No one will replace her in my father's heart. Your marriage meant to do nothing more than give my father the security of a second heir."

Sansa had to give Cersei her due, laying down the gauntlet immediately. It might have been intimidating to anyone else, but Sansa knew what Tywin felt for her and what he felt for Joanna. Sansa had no doubts about Tywin's love for her.

And Sansa would not be cowed by this woman, no matter who she might be to Tywin.

Sansa turned to beam at Tywin, as she rested a hand on his chest. And stroked. She let the desire, the love, the respect she felt for him, shine through. There would be no mistaking that while this marriage was politically advantageous, it was also a love match.

"Oh, I am well aware of how much Lord Tywin loved Lady Joanna. And I agree wholly. Their love story is one for the ages. I'd go so far as to say it would survive generations, to be told in the future, studied by those who are enamoured with them."

She felt Tywin's chest rumble as his eyes danced. It was clear that he got her reference to the future.

"My lady, you are most kind," Tywin said, gazing at her warmly.

She laughed softly and shook her head. "I know what you felt for Lady Joanna Tywin. And I know what I mean to you. I am secure in your feelings for me."

Sansa missed Genna, Dorna and Cersei's stunned looks. Just who in the seven hells was Lady Sansa Tully, to be so open about Tywin's great love. With one last lingering at Tywin, Sansa turned back to the women in Tywin's family.

"Rest assured, Lady Cersei, I do not mean to supplant Lady Joanna in Lord Tywin's heart – merely be afforded a place beside it."

Genna crowed and chortled as everyone glanced between the two women. No one doubted that this would not be an easy relationship.

Cersei's cheeks bloomed red as she sputtered, and Sansa wondered if Tywin would seek to suppress his feelings for her, in the face of his angry daughter or confirm them.

That question was answered a moment later when he grabbed her hand and brushed his lips across it.

"My love, you know my feelings for you. They are obvious to any who gaze upon us. Our marriage has brought new hope back to House Lannister and joy to my heart."

Delighted with his response, Sansa didn't miss the looks of amusement on the faces of Genna, Kevan, Dorna and Tygett.

Only Gerion appeared unimpressed with their little display.

Cersei looked murderous.

"But how did this happen? And why now?" Gerion finally asked confusion on his handsome face.

"My son is virtually a hostage in King's Landing, my second son dead. I need heirs, Gerion. Surely even you understand that," Tywin all but sneered.

He'd expressed his displeasure with his two youngest brothers and their refusal to marry and help his house to Sansa during their trip back.

Cersei gasped and paled.

"Father, no! The Rock is Jaime's. Surely you will not let Tully blood taint the proud legacy of House Lannister. She's not even from the West!" Cersei spat.

Sansa felt Tywin tense. He stepped forward, crowding into Cersei's space, and Sansa noted out of the corner of her eye, how Gregor Clegane moved fractionally closer to her. Dread formed that he seemed to be guarding her.

"Be very careful, daughter. Lady Sansa is a high born woman of impeccable breeding. She is intelligent, well-spoken, and her reputation is beyond reproach. Our marriage secures an alliance with not only the Riverlands but the North as well. You'd be well advised to note the critical role a woman can play helping her House."

"The Rock should have been mine!" she snapped.

Tywin laughed harshly, shaking his head at her.

"The Rock was never going to be yours. We are not Dornish. We do not follow their rules of inheritance. The sooner you understand your place, your role, the happier you will be!" Tywin roared at her.

For a single moment, Sansa thought that Cersei might protest, but she clamped her mouth shut. Her eyes landed on Sansa, who was standing slightly back. They darted back to her father.

"So you've given up on Jaime? Left your son to rot at the hands of the Mad King while you fawn over your new wife?"

Sansa had never seen a man move so fast, as Tywin stalked towards Cersei, although she held her ground. It was clear that she would fight for her perceived right to Casterly Rock.

"Silence! Jaime is my son, my heir, and I will do everything in my power to secure his safe return to my side, so he can take his rightful place as my heir."

Understanding at what Tywin's words meant washed over Cersei's face. There was only one way to get Jaime back - if the King were dead.

"You speak of treason," Cersei spat, as Tywin loomed over her.

Any beauty she might have possesses leached away, her face a twisted mask of disgust and animosity. It was blatantly clear that any love and respect between father and daughter was gone.

"I speak of the legacy that I will create when House Lannister takes its rightful place in the seven kingdoms. I am head of this House, Cersei. Not you. You'd be wise to remember your place."

Hatred practically oozed from every part of Cersei, and Sansa had to hold herself from physically recoiling, as Cersei's head swivelled to find Sansa again.

"You will never be worthy of the title you stole from my mother. My father is infatuated with you, nothing more. When that ends, you'll see who he really is. A cold, harsh, demanding man, that will strip away any independence and beauty you might have. He'll get his heirs from you and then cast you aside."

A sharp thump sounded in the shocked silence as Tywin slammed his foot down. Sansa had only ever seen him this angry when Robert had threatened her. It was an ugly thing to say and was winning Cersei no favours, as all of Tywin's siblings, even Gerion, had subtly moved to flank Sansa. They could see what Cersei refused to – this alliance, this marriage, was needed.

"Enough! Your presumption is bordering on treason, daughter. Lady Sansa is more than worthy of her title. She has brought lions back to our House, and restored hope in the region."

"The cubs are small and vulnerable. Many things might happen to them before they are the truly fearsome creatures you long for them to be."

There were many ways that Sansa had envisioned this meeting going – and most had included some level of animosity towards her. But seeing Cersei in the flesh, being subjected to her vitriol, and her intense hatred, Sansa knew that there was something not quite right with the person standing in front of her.

Almost no one knew what to say to that – indeed, not any of the Lannisters. The lion cubs were adored and loved, and now Cersei was dismissing them as if there were nothing more than barn cats. And threatening them.

"They will not be harmed," Tywin decreed, as both Gerion and Genna moved closer to them, distancing themselves from Cersei. They might not know Sansa, yet, but it was clear that Tywin cared deeply for her. And it was impossible to miss the pervading sense of hope that rang through the Rock.

Still trying to find her footing, Sansa's mind reeled, trying to think of a response, when a new player entered the fray.

"My sister comes from a great house, Lady Cersei," Catelyn Stark finally said, stepping up to take her place by Sansa. "You are insulting not only our House but the alliances that were formed with our marriages. Surely, a woman of your breeding understands alliances? I cannot imagine a man like Lord Tywin not instructing his daughter on how critical her marriage would be to his house, his legacy."

Cat's eyebrow arched, and Sansa had to bite back her grin. Her sister had just laid down the mother of all insults.

Cersei's face bloomed red, and she shot daggers towards Catelyn.

"Another trout. How quaint."

"I am a wolf now. A Stark. The North is a vast region, and my husband has the blood of the first men, running through his veins. For the first time in thousands of years, a strong alliance now exists between our three Houses. Noble Houses. Great Houses. I've done my duty, Lady Cersei. Will you do yours when you turn twenty-one?"

"Last I checked, there were Seven Kingdoms, not three."

"Lords Baratheon and Arryn are also in our alliance. That's five," Catelyn summed up neatly.

Cersei's eyes went to her father's, shaking her head in dawning horror.

"So it's true. You've declared for the rebellion. You've all but signed Jaime's death warrant."

With that dramatic pronouncement, Cersei turned on her heel and fled the Lion's mouth. Sansa was half afraid that Tywin might race after her, but he did nothing of the sort. Instead, he turned his attention back to Gerion and Genna.

"There will be a family dinner tonight. Genna, I trust you will ensure that it meets the standards required for the new Lady Lannister. I will answer your questions then."

With that, both cubs were handed back to Tywin and Sansa, who passed them on to his steward.

"Dorna, show Lady Stark her chambers. She is an honoured guest and will be treated with the utmost respect."

Catelyn dipped her head to Tywin.

"Thank you, My Lord. I am humbled."

Tywin barked out a harsh laugh, eying Catelyn with a new level of respect. Somehow, on this journey, something substantial and deep had forged between their houses, which pleased Sansa. It was a significant departure from the history that Sansa knew, and one she hoped would help them in the years to come.

"You did both your husband and your father proud today, Lady Stark. Our alliance holds."

That was an incredible statement from Tywin and not one that was missed by his siblings. It appeared they had their way into the North after all.

The War of the Five Kings, followed by the Second Long Night and then the Dragon Queen's attack, had almost wiped the noble houses from Westeros. Sansa knew that with a stronger king and good governance she could help mitigate some of the major conflicts that were coming.

And that all started with better alliances between the noble houses – including not killing Elia Martell and her children. That would gain them Dorne. That was six.

With that, and still slightly shocked, Sansa saw their guards fall in around them, as Tywin's hand was on her back once again.

He leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Now, wife, let me show you the Rock, as you were always meant to see it."

Despite the somewhat tumultuous reception, excitement thrummed through Sansa. She turned, so their lips were close. Sansa wasn't sure if she was allowed to kiss him, in such an open setting so she did nothing, waiting for his lead.

"I'd like that, Tywin."

"Then let us not waste any more time. Your castle awaits, My Lady."

Before they left, he did indeed brush his lips across hers. It was chaste, but meaningful, and gave Genna and Gerion insight into their love.

"They do that all the time," Tygett grumbled, although Sansa knew she'd won him to her side.

When they parted, Sansa was ginning. She took Tywin's outstretched hand and prepared to see her new home, in all its glory. She was here. She was at the Rock. And she had her husband by her side.