The morning was calm and warm, the breeze from the Sunset Sea kindly entered through the window they had left open the night before, making its curtains dance into the air. The sun rays of the morning were piercing in through too, resting on Sansa's pale face. Her eyes were heavy with sleep and half of her mind was still in her dreams. Trying to force her eyelids open, she shaped the silhouette of Tyrion between her lashes and immediately smiled to herself, extending an arm to him and rolling on their bed to cuddle closer to him.

She kissed his back and the end of his neck, he always used to sleep without a shirt and on his belly. And he groaned half asleep, as he always did when Sansa woke him up with kisses. She rested her face right in front of his and played with his beard trying to call his attention.

"Is it morning already?" he asked lazily, his voice tired and heavy.

"Yes, my love." replied Sansa with a small kiss on his lips. "We should be getting up and ready for the fast."

"Mmm." he said and wrapped her between his arms. "No."

Sansa pinched his stomach and he laughed. "What do you mean 'No'? You lay Lord of the Rock."

"Exactly." said Tyrion kissing Sansa along her neck tickling her ear with his beard making her laugh her tiredness away. "I am the Lord of the Rock and I command an entire day abed. Now, go back to sleep."

"Tyrion." Sansa laughed as her husband closed his eyes again.

"Shh, Sansa." he replied extending a blind finger to her lips. "That was an order."

"And since when has my husband abused of his power this much?" she asked playfully kissing his palm and laying closer to him.

"Since he wants to spend this pleasant day worshiping his wife in bed." said Tyrion waking up a little to kiss her cheeks and her lips and her neck, pinning her against the white feathered pillows on her back. And she smiled pulling his head closer to her.

After kissing and japing and tickling, Tyrion rested on his back to catch his breath and Sansa followed him placing her head against his bare chest. She closed her eyes and smiled, carefully listening to the fast beating of his heart.

The rays of the sun were growing inside their chambers and the silver Dornish bedcover he had bought for her at Lannisport ll that time ago shone underneath them.

The morning was very calm indeed… until of course…

"Mother! Father!" four little voices said loud in unison bursting the wooden doors open in a loud 'boom'.

Tyrion closed his eyes with a sigh letting his head fall back and Sansa laughed against his chest. No one had ever mentioned them how exhausting being a parent could grow to be.

Their little children came running to their bed in quick and excited steps. All laughing and screaming with that joy the received every morning with.

"Careful with Mama's belly." Sansa warned her kids as they jumped up next to her and Tyrion. "And be gentle with your father, he's in a lazy mood today."

"He is always in a lazy mood!" Little Eddard protested sitting between both of his parents.

"That is a lie." Tyrion said raising a finger. Yet a big yawn proved him very much wrong.

"No it isn't, Father!" Joanna giggled cuddling next to Tyrion while he covered her in loud kisses.

"Mama!" Gwynei exclaimed diving into Sansa's arms. "You promised to take us all to Lannisport today."

"You did! You did!" Tylos added with a nod. "And Father promised he'd take me sailing!"

"Oh, did he?" Sansa asked eyeing her husband and he returned her a guilty smile. She rolled her eyes and brushed some curls of Tylos' forehead to place a kiss on her youngest's forehead.

"Are you excited for your first ride on a boat, little brother?" Eddard asked Tylos and mussed up his hair.

And Sansa looked at all four of her children with all the tenderness a mother could have. Little Eddard, her eldest, was born with the blond curls and fine features of any Lannister. But he had the grey Stark eyes and long face of her father, whom he was named after. Joanna followed the year after, and as Sansa, she had become a lady at three. She was the beauty of Casterly Rock, and had already mastered the art of needlework and the harp. But she was, without a doubt, the kindest of them all and was quick to befriend any stranger.

Gwynei came next, and although she was the one who resembled Sansa the most with her auburn hair and Tully blue eyes, she couldn't be anymore different than her. There was so much about Arya in her, always talking about adventures and playing more with swords than both of her brothers combined. If one didn't keep a careful eye on her, she'd find a way to cover herself in sand and mud, and smile at you mischievously. Tylos, who had just turned three, was her youngest boy. His curls were more a dirty than a Lannister blonde, and his eyes were the same green as his father's. And he was certainly Tyrion's mirror, always sneaking into the library to read books with him and cherishing his wooden dragon toys the most.

"Well, let's go then, Father!" said Gwynei squeezing from Sansa's arms to try to drag Tyrion from bed making her siblings giggle.

"What's all this noise about?!" A playful voice suddenly called from the door making the entire family turn in surprise.

"Auntie Genna!" the four of them exclaimed at the same time and immediately jumped out of bed to greet the old lioness.

Sansa straightened her back against the headboard and smiled to how her little children all tried to hug Genna at once.

Genna's face was now covered in wrinkles and her blonde curls were turning silver white. Most of her fat was gone now leaving skinny veiny arms instead. And though she always pretended to be fine and strong, Sansa could see how her body was growing weak with age.

"What were the four of you thinking waking your parents with those loud little voices of yours, huh?" Lady Genna asked playfully messing up the hairs of her nieces and nephews, and they giggled under her touch. "You almost woke the entire castle up!"

"Auntie Genna," Tylos said pulling her skirts, "Mother and Father promised to take us to Lannisport today!"

"Yeah, we're gonna go sailing!" Little Eddard added with a thumbs up.

"Is that so?" Genna asked, "Well, then we better get you all ready. Come now, the last one to reach their chambers is a Frey."

And at that, Sansa's children went off running away like little ducklings down the corridor. And Genna stood watching her and Tyrion with an arched eyebrow and a hand on her hip.

"Sometimes I don't know if the two of you are the greatest or the laziest lords." Genna said and Sansa laughed burying her face on Tyrion's chest feeling him laugh too.

She turned to her old friend to wink at her as she left their chambers and they were left alone in peaceful silence again.

"We have our hands full with the four of them, don't we?" Tyrion asked Sansa placing a kiss on top of her head and running his fingers through her hair.

And she turned to him with a playful smile on her lips and a blush on her cheeks.

"What if I tell you there's one more to come?"

And his eyes widened, his hand dropped from her hair and his mouth hung open in surprise as it had the past four times.

"You're pregnant."

She nodded smiling and her husband laughed.

Kissing, Tyrion smiled against her lips and promised everything would be alright.

Soft and slowly, the days, months and years passed, and Casterly Rock stood as proud atop the sea as it always had. Tyrion and Sansa had filled the castle with their children, bringing the Rock back to its former glory with heirs and two happily married leaders.

Her children believed themselves too old now for her goodnight kisses and hugs. Even Catelyn, her youngest daughter. Still, every now and then, they'd come in tears to her room seeking for her counsel.

And though many were the years that had gone by between them, Sansa's love for Tyrion never faded. If anything, it grew stronger at each passing day. Her husband had remained by her side always, and was the most supportive and faithful. Their duties in the castle had not grown easier with time, but both had managed to always find time for each other in spite of how worn off from work they were.

Tyrion was still beating Sansa at every Cyvasse game and she never grew used to more than three cups of wine before blushing drunk. And in rare peaceful nights, both would sneak to the private beach feeling as wicked as two young rebel lovers to look up to the constellations. And, on most of those occasions, make love under the night sky.

She had taken her children to the Festival of the Mother at Lannisport many times now, and as the lanterns went flying up to the sky, Tyrion would always tell their kids of how their mother had once broken his heart there. And Sansa would laugh and kiss her husband, her children yucking.

Even though she never heard the voice of Lady Joanna again, Sansa never took the golden pendant off her neck, and visited the Hall of the Lords of the Rock more regularly than the Sept; that now had her portrait and Tyrion's included. She would go and look at the portrait of Joanna as dearly as she would look at her own mother. Sometimes, her children would sneak into the hall with her sometimes and Sansa told them tales about her.

Everyone in the Rock now recognized her as good of a Lady as Joanna once was. They looked up to Sansa with such respect and admiration. The first time she had been brought to the castle from King's Landing, she wasn't sure she'd ever be able to fulfill her role. Not even after Genna's many lessons did she feel ready. But she always smiled looking back to all those years at how much she had grown, and wouldn't deny she now felt very proud of herself. Though she still had to work on the jealousy she felt at each woman who crossed her husband.

The three little Lannister lords who Sansa once called children now had children of their own. Lanna and Janei married two high lords and brought them to live in Casterly Rock, while Lucion was now the captain of the Lannister armada. Tyrek had proven to be so clever and strong that he was granted the title of General of the entire Lannister army. Though they were all grown now, the three of them would always look as children in Sansa's eyes.

Eddard was the first of her children to marry at the age of nine and ten. A Dornish Princess of a lovely face and kind character he had met on their trip to Sunspear. Both had been quick to give Sansa her first grandchild, Gideon, a healthy boy of blonde curls. Sansa had missed being a mother, and having a baby back in her arms was the most wholesome she could ask for. And by the way Tyrion played with the little boy, she could tell he felt the same way too.

Joanna married the following year to a Lord of House Swyft, and remained living in the Rock as well. She birthed two boy twins on her first labor and a premature girl on her second. Lady Genna did not live to see Sansa's fourth grandchild born and the castle dressed in black for almost two months in her memory.

When the first wrinkles began to appear on Sansa's face, Tyrion's hair was almost completely covered in silver grey. And soon enough, her own auburn locks began to turn pale and white.

"We're getting old." Tyrion had told her once when they were both getting into bed. There had been a smile on his face yet bitterness in his tone, and all Sansa could do that night was kiss her husband's white bearded cheek.

Catelyn married too, and though Tylos had traveled to the Citadel to become a maester, he ended up finding a wife and returned with her to Casterly Rock, where they had four children. Despite how reluctant Gwynei had been to grant any man her hand, following her uncle Tyrek here and there training as a soldier, in one of her many adventures she found herself falling for a Tyrell commander, and would not listen to anyone who spoke against her marriage.

By the time Gwynei's firstborn daughter came to life, Tyrion was finding it very hard to stand on his own. His knees trembled weak with age to the point that he could no longer walk anywhere without taking Sansa by the arm for support. She was patient and always happy to help him, but she was growing old too, her arms had lost the strength of her youth. Both of their skins were growing baggy and dotted. Although time had been quite kind to Sansa and Tyrion, her hair was beginning to fall and his scar was now hidden under his wrinkles.

Still, they were blessed with a big, healthy and happy family. They shared dinner almost every night with their five children and ten grandkids. And Tyrion would always turn to Sansa on the table with a childish smile and whisper

"Look, my love, we made them all."

No matter how wrinkled and old and grey, she would always love her little husband.

But everything eventually comes to an end.

Tyrion passed away one night peacefully in his sleep, greeting death in the kindest of ways. And though she was not wrapping her mouth about his cock; yes he had shared with her his pervert wish, Sansa had remained by his side until the very end. She had known that day would come at some point. Even so, when it finally did, her tears did not cease to fall for an entire day and night.

No one should ever live to see the person they love the most being buried.

His funeral had been carried away outside the castle on a cold windy morning after the procession in the Sept. With eyes of stone on his face, Sansa kissed her husband goodbye on his forehead for one last time before his body was taken to the ground and his soul up to the Seven Heavens.

Her sons and daughters, as well as her grandchildren, had been by her side that day. All wearing black gowns and sad pouting faces. The banners of House Lannister were black too, and even the skies were dark and foggy with heavy clouds that threatened rain.

Sansa had been leaning on the shoulders of Lanei, her youngest grandchild. It was difficult for her to walk. Out of all her grandchildren, Lanei had been the only one born with auburn hair and Tully eyes.

"Grandma Sansa," the young girl had turned to ask her as the funeral ended. "I don't think I can live in a world without Grandpapa."

Sansa had squeezed her shoulders kindly at that, and gave her a wrinkled smile.

"But he's not gone." she whispered in her weak old voice. She always had to be the strongest for her family, specially in the saddest times. "He's here now with us, moving around us. And he'll live forever with us."

"Live forever? How can you say that, Nana? What do you mean?"

"Love, my child. It will forever live with us. As long us we don't forget him, the love we had for him, your grandfather will never be truly gone."

"Did you… really love Grandpapa?"

Sansa had been taken a little by surprise, but she remembered she smiled and leaned closer to her granddaughter as if telling her the biggest secret in the world.

"Utterly, madly and profoundly."

And when Sansa had raised her head to the skies, golden rays of sun were piercing through the black clouds.

Tyrion, she had thought, I know you are not here with me anymore. That I now have to remain walking under a different sky than yours, breathe another air and listen to a distinct wind. I must remain here a while longer, but promise you will wait for me, for I will one day go. Even so, our love forever shall live. It will always be with us. It is our story… Please… wait for me…

Her sons had to carry her back to the castle that day, as she collapsed in tears against the damp grass.

After a couple of years leading the Rock with the help of her children, she fell gravely ill. She could barely move from her bed and she spoke more coughs than words. The most expert of Maesters had treated her, but it was no good.

Eventually, Sansa's time came too. Her two sons and three daughters had been with her in her chambers the moment she went away. They had cried, and kissed her, and squeezed her hands begging her not to go. With no energy left, a smile was the last thing she managed to do. And as the image of her beautiful children began to blur, she closed her eyes…

Sansa, she heard the voice of her mother call.

And when she opened them again, a white light shone brightly against her face like a flash. Lady Catelyn and Lord Eddard received her with a warm embrace. They looked far younger than how she remembered them, but cried at their sight all the same. Robb was there too, and smiled as gracefully as her memory recalled.

She wasn't sure where she was, some sort of white bright hall with no ceiling, where one could openly see the rose gold clouds of a sky. She walked further down the hall and found Lady Genna. Sansa covered her old friend with kisses hugging her tightly and noticed that she here looked exactly like her young portrait back at Casterly Rock. She motioned Sansa to go further down, and she did as bid.

Even without having met her in the flesh, Sansa almost sprinted towards Lady Joanna embracing her kindly. She planted a soft kiss on Sansa's forehead and told her to go further too.

And so she ran following this unknown path. Her legs feeling strong, her skin without a trace of wrinkles and her tummy fluttering. When she reached the end, she found her husband waiting for her with that smile of his.

He looked young and handsome, and Sansa lost her breath at his sight, tears forming quickly upon her eyes. She fell down to her knees and hid her face between the arms of her little man.

He extended a hand to her. She hesitated for a moment, but one look at his eyes was enough to take any doubt away. She reached out for his hand with hers, and everything that surrounded her faded into glittering dust. Even herself.

And Sansa and Tyrion became to more stars in the sky…

Who would have thought that such a tender tale of love could come from the wolf and lion of Casterly Rock?

FIN