*I recently watched the entire GOT series again in anticipation of the final season next year. I can't wait. I dreamed up this short series of moments between Sansa and Tyrion in what I can only hope might materialize in a post reunion situation. I own nothing, and I've took some liberties with the plot here. I'm planning 4 to 5 chapters total. I hope you enjoy. Told from a third person point of view.

The journey to Winterfell from Dragonstone was long but remarkably uneventful. The new romantic relationship between the Dragon Queen and Jon Snow was not a huge surprise to anyone, and pretty much all parties agreed the alliance would be solidified with a marriage soon after their arrival. It was clear the two were madly in love, and their union would be the final push to unite a good chunk of the kingdom in the War against the dead. A marriage would make Jon king, not just of the North, but of the Seven Kingdoms.

As they grew closer to Winterfell, Tyrion began to truly reflect on his upcoming reunion with Sansa Stark. He had told Jon once that their marriage was a "sham," but if he was being honest with himself, a part of his heart had remained with Sansa Stark all these years. He knew her as a teenager, and even then, he was impressed by her intelligence and strength. He'd witnessed many of the horrors she endured at the hands of Joffrey and his sister, and he had sadly heard of the continued horrors she faced at the hands of Ramsay Bolton. It pained him to think about what she had suffered. He had no intentions other than of being her friend, but he was looking forward to seeing the "great beauty" again alive and well.

As they approached the gate, and it opened, he looked out the window of his cabin and could see the receiving line in the distance. He spotted her right away, of course. Tall and elegant, beautiful and strong, she towered above her sister and brother. She looked healthy, and Tyrion's heart skipped a beat.

Sansa was experiencing something a bit similar. Her breath caught in her throat a bit when the caravan arrived through the gates. She had known this moment would come, yet the butterflies in her stomach surprised her nonetheless. A series of cabins drawn by horses pulled up and stopped right in front of what remained of the Starks and several of their top advisors.

First out was Jon Snow. He stepped out and grinned at the sight of his siblings, especially Arya and Bran, as he had yet to see them since their return home. He held out his hand, which was taken by Daenerys, who followed him out of the cabin. Sansa could immediately see that the rumors were true. The Dragon Queen was quite beautiful, and she could see why Jon was so enchanted. They smiled at the each other, which made Sansa smile. She could immediately see that this alliance was not purely political, but they seemed to really care about and perhaps even love each other. Jon rarely smiled, and it was nice to see him happy. She didn't always agree with him, but she loved her brother, and she knew he had a good heart and was a wonderful leader.

Moments later, the second cabin door opened. First, Davos Seaworth emerged with a big smile at the Stark family. Sansa really liked him, and she was glad he was serving as Jon's right hand man. Then, almost as if he was in slow motion, out stepped Tyrion Lannister.

He looked well – his hair was longer than when she had seen him last, and he had a full beard. Handsome was the word that came to mind surprising Sansa. The surprises continued as before she could stop herself she rushed forward from the formal line, dropped to her knees, and gathered Tyrion in her arms in a tight embrace.

A variety of expressions from knowing glances to smiles to confusion appeared on the faces of those around them.

Tyrion took a deep breath startled at her sudden and unexpected outcry of affection. But, he returned her embrace buried his head in her hair and breathing deeply. His heart grew twice as large as it had been seconds earlier. How long had it been since someone had hugged him that way? He couldn't even remember a time from recent memory.

After about a minute, Sansa pulled back and looked into his eyes.

"I'm so happy to see you," she said. It was simple and the honest truth.

"And I you, my lady," Tyrion said as he brushed several strands of hair that had fallen into her face behind her ears.

They stared at each other for a moment – neither one quite sure what to do next – when Jon cleared his throat, an effort to break the awkward silence and get back to the task at hand.

"Um, um," he said approaching with Daenerys. "Sansa, I would like to introduce you to Queen Daenerys." "Dany, this is my sister, Sansa Stark, lady of Winterfell."

Sansa blinked a few times pulling herself back to reality. She was thankful to Jon as she had lost control of her body and senses and wasn't quite sure what she was planning to do next. She smiled once more at Tyrion, stood dusting off her dress, and then curtsied to the Dragon Queen. She knew it was impolite to greet Tyrion in such a manner without first acknowledging the woman who was now her queen.

"Your grace," she said. "Please forgive me for my outburst," she chose the word carefully and said it slowly. "I have not seen Lord Tyrion for many years, and I was overwhelmed to see him again alive and well." Tyrion smiled widely behind her still shaken in the best of ways from the exchange that had just occurred.

"Of course, Lady Stark," Dany responded. "I'm delighted to see you welcome my hand with such open arms. He deserves it." Tyrion fought back tears at the kind gestures and words of the two women he favored most in the world. "Your brother and Lord Tyrion have spoken often of your strength, grace, and beauty. I'm honored to meet you." The two ladies smiled at each other, which put the entire crowd at ease.

The meetings & greetings continued, including hugs and embraces with Bran and Arya.

It was so cold, and finally Lord Royce announced that the arrival feast was ready, and they should move inside out of the cold.

As they made their way into the castle, Tyrion rushed to Sansa's side. He gently reached out and touched her hand. She looked down and smiled.

"May we sit together at the feast?" Tyrion asked. "I feel we have a lot to catch up on."

"Of course, my lord," she said, now moving her hand to take his arm, very much the same way she had done when he had escorted her to their wedding ceremony.

After so many years of things Sansa could barely stand to think about, she would just have to accept the fact that her reunion with Tyrion had moved her in a way she wasn't expecting. And, she was excited to see what happened next.

Tyrion's thoughts about friendship had pretty much already gone out the window. He couldn't help but wonder if he and Sansa Stark could be more than friends after all.

***The next chapter will focus on a late night conversation between Sansa and Tyrion