She's at Dragonstone in my version of the world. You're with her. My brother's gone south to treat with you.

( Sansa tips her eyes closed and sighs a bit, enjoying the feel of Tyrion's lips against her fingers. She'd had no idea how nice this could be until she experienced it for herself and now she thinks she won't be able to stop. )

Just now, though, I'd like to be the only queen on the board.