Lady Sansa and her husband were sitting in their chairs by the fireplace avoiding looking at each other. Topic they were avoiding for days is now a burning matter and they both knew there will be some tension in this conversation. They couldn't delay the talk anymore. They had to talk about the coronation and what would their presence or lack of if mean in the long run.

''I don't want to go.''

''You have to Sansa.''

''Why?''

''Because you are lady of Winterfell and you are unofficial queen of the North.''

She made disgusted face.

''Problem is in that unofficial.''

''I know…''

''Do you?''

''Yes, I do… I do know how you feel, but it's not time to play a game with her now.''

''A game?''

''Yes, Sansa… Now it not your time for the fight with the queen.''

''And when will it be?''

''I can't believe I am saying this…but soon…''

She looked at her husband a bit surprised. She didn't expect that comment. Usually Tyrion was justifying the queen and her actions but now he was supporting Sansa's wish to be a queen in the North.

''What changed your mind?''

''Nothing… It's just that political winds are blowing in a different manner now.''

''How?''

''Many heard and saw what she did in the King's Landing. People don't tend to forgive and forget dead civilians.''

''And that is good how?''

''Her rule and sanity will be questioned soon… But I recommend that you stay out of that discussion.''

''Why?''

''Because she expects you to be part of it.''

''What?''

''She is waiting for your wrong move. She wants you to be out of the game.''

''But I don't want the throne…''

''You do, but not hers… You want one of her kingdoms.''

''So, what should I do?''

Tyrion took her hand and kissed it.

''What you do best my love… Be wise and wait for your moment…''

''You think I will have my moment?''

''I know so Sansa….''

''How?''

''Because I've been playing the game for too long and I know things…''

She just smiled at him.

''You do know things.''

''Yes, as I said… I saw too many people raise and fall due to moments they choose to do something.''

She got up from her chair and knelt in front of his.

''So, my lion…you are advising your lady lioness to wait in the high grass for the right moment and then go for the jugular.''

''I have no idea why you love that metaphor so much…but yes… I am advising that.''

She kissed him and it turned into very passionate kiss. Tyrion broke it and just looked at Sansa's eyes.

''I must say there is something very sexy about you plotting my lady.''

''Is there?''

''Yes, there is…''

''Well, then I must add that there is something incredibly sexy about plotting with you my lord husband.''

''I told you long time ago my love… We are the force to be recon with… and everyone has underestimated us Sansa. And, I might add, that would be the end of them…''

''So, you want to be the king?''

''No…''

''But if I get the North….''

''You will be the queen and I will be your husband… Remember, I retired…''

''That is a lie Tyrion… You will never retire…. Your mind needs to be challenged.''

''That is why I married you…. You challenge me in every way there is.''

''I am glad… I don't want that brilliant mind to go to waste…with drinking and who knows what more.''

''Don't worry my lady… My mind is still very sharp.''

''As are your words my lord…''

She was about to kiss him when the door opened and Arya got in.

''Oh, I am sorry to intrude whatever weird thing is going on in here.''

Tyrion smiled at her and Sansa just rolled her eyes.

''What do you want Arya?''

''I want to know why do I have to go to that idiotic coronation?''

''Well, I'll leave it to your brother in law to explain… he loves explaining that one.''

He just gave Sansa a look and she blew him a kiss and went behind the screen to change into her dress.

''Well, I am waiting.''

''You have to go because your husband just got a last name and estate that goes with it. You are not no one anymore… Now you are lady of…''

''But I hate it!''

''I know… But as I said to your sister, put up with it for few days and go back to your life of…doing whatever is that you do…''

''Killing?''

''If it's what you desire…''

''I do… very much right now.''

''Well, if you choose to engage in that activity, please do it out of Winterfell… Your sister is complaining that we don't have enough people here. I am sure she would not be happy if you choose to go on a killing spree in here.''

Both sisters laughed at him.

''You are funny Tyrion Lannister.''

''I do try lady Baratheon.''

Sansa peeked from her screen waiting for her sister to do or say something to Tyrion for calling her a lady. To their surprise, Arya just took a seat across from him and took a deep breath.

''Lady Baratheon…It sounds so scary and weird.''

''Why?''

''It makes me sound married.''

''Well, you are married…''

''I know…but being just Arya, or Arya Stark made me feel more free…''

''You can use the Stark name, you know that?''

''I do, but I think that Gendry would be strangely proud if I used his new name.''

''I am sure he will be… Us men are as vain as you women are… There is a sense of pride when our wife uses our name.''

Sansa came to them and took a seat at her vanity.

''You never asked me to use Lannister name.''

''I always hoped you would choose to do it yourself…If I asked, you would have said yes just because you would feel it's your duty to do so… As I said, you are a proper lady… You always were. When we were first married, you did use the Lannister name with such bitterness on your tongue that I promised to myself that as soon as we would leave King's Landing , I would tell you to use Stark if it made you feel better. I only wanted for you what made you feel good. And back then I knew how much you hated the family and name you were married into.''

''But you wanted me to be lady Lannister?''

''I still do… But I know it's not happening… North needs a Stark and you must be that Stark of the North.''

''Well, I am both… I am Stark by birth…That is something that no one can take away from me.''

She got up from her vanity and knelt beside him.

''But I am also lady Lannister by marriage…and if it would make you feel happy, I will use that name too…''

He put his hand on her cheek.

''Nothing would make me feel happier than you being a Lannister, but I am not that selfish and you know it. I am the last Lannister and I will live with that. Maybe it's time for the name to die? My family that that name caused a lot of pain.''

Arya was surprised to see that much remorse on his face. He was a good man that was ashamed of things done in the Lannister name.

''It's not true Tyrion. That name may have some people who made it bitter in the mouth of many… But you made it being heard in a different way. You can't make up for the things your family did. But you made that name something good. And it's not true that you will be last Lannister.''

'"What?''

''One of the children can be Lannister… We can continue both lines… As you said… little lion and wolf cubs… I think we can make it work… Both of our families deserve to live… And being a Lannister doesn't make someone bad person… Their actions do. All families have someone to be proud of or to be ashamed of…. We exist for so long that both lists are long.''

''You are amazing my lady wife.''

''I know…''

''So, I will go to the library now and send a raven about our attendance…''

''Yes, tell the queen that Lady Baratheon and Lady Lannister would attend with their husbands.''

Tyrion smiled from the door.

''In those words my lady?"

''Yes, my lord…In those words.''

He bowed and smiled at her.

''As you command… lady Lannister.''

With that he left the room and Sansa still had that stupid smile on her face.

''Lady Lannister? You really love the dwarf to accept the name…''

Sansa turned to her sister and took a seat at Tyrion's chair.

''I do…. And I never realized how important it was to him to accept the name along with the man who carries it.''

''Can you accept the name?''

''Can you Arya?''

''I can if I forget about Joffrey and others with that name…''

''Well, my answer is pretty much the same… if I forget his sister and father… I can learn to love the name for the man who gave it to me.''

''I can't believe we are married to men who have names that caused us so much pain.''

''Well, life does have weird sense of humor…''

''Why do you say that? Because you are in love with the dwarf?''

''No, because you are married Arya.''

And with that Sansa got up and left her bedchamber. Arya sat in the chair with a smirk. Her sister got her this time… She had to give it to Sansa… She was a smart one…