He is as frightened as I am, Sansa realized. Perhaps that should have made her feel more kindly toward him, but it did not. All she felt was pity, and pity was death to desire.
“T h e y h a v e m a d e m e a L a n n i s t e r”
Personally, I like that they included Tyrion saying something like ‘I could’ when he was thinking about going through with the bedding. I think it was important for them to acknowledge that, despite the fact it was not where either of them wanted to be, the power was still all his.
When I read that chapter, part of the serious discomfort came from the power imbalance. Because we see it through Sansa’s POV, this is even more acute. Tyrion wants her, and is seriously tempted to take what he wants. His guilt doesn’t kick in until after they are naked, in bed - much further down the line than it happened in the show (for reasons of Sophie’s age, I assume. Had she been older, I can imagine it may have been handled somewhat differently. Maybe. I don’t like to assume that D&D will automatically go for boob at every opportunity but evidence up till this point has not been favorable in that regard.)
I guess my point is that I liked that we got an acknowledgment of Tyrions faults during this scene, however briefly. By dent of being a show favorite the wedding became his experience, even though the source material comes mostly from Sansa and her experiences. Given the aforementioned barriers presented by Sophie’s age, there was a danger that the show could have completely skated over the complete ikkiness of the whole exchange.
It come very close; I felt Tyrion’s discomfort was made more of, and Sansa’s reactions were kind of off camera. They could have decided to make Tyrion too drunk to do the bedding (but still wanting to - which I thought they might do for a horrible moment), or just have him straight up refuse right from the moment they got in the bedroom. But they made it clear that he had a moment of doubt, as he let her begin to undress. And they had him state it out loud. He wanted to, he could have done, but he didn’t. I think that’s a really important point, even though like I said, it was only a brief little line.
Considering my usual disappointment with this show, it was nice to be pleasantly surprised for a change. I think it was a good example of how to deal with translating the internal monologue of the books in to a TV show - and one with an underage actress (or for that matter, any age actress who isn’t comfortable with on-screen nudity. It IS possible not to resort to breasts!) It gave Sansa a little something back, by having the show acknowledge that she was the real victim here, and that however nice a bloke Tyrion might be usually, he was only a hairsbreadth away from raping her (because that’s what it would have been, even if she was physically compliant). Considering the show’s treatment of her up till now, it was refreshing.
And can be please give applause for Sansa’s complete grown up maturity and restraint throughout the whole episode, even while her adult husband got himself stupidly drunk and played the fool? Hardly the stupid little girl many continue to paint her as.
Sandor: *snuggles closely*
Sansa: *plays hard to get*
about the unkissSansa wondered what Megga would think about kissing the Hound, as she had.
He kissed me and threatened to kill me, and made me sing him a song.
He took a song and a kiss, and left me nothing but a bloody cloak.
She thought of Tyrion, and of the Hound and how he’d kissed her, and gave a nod.
so, sansa, did you kiss him, or did he kiss you, or did he take a kiss? because it seems like you can’t quite decide.
I’ve always loved “he took a song and a kiss, and left me nothing but a bloody cloak” because what else did you want, Sansa? Hmm?
♛ the fall of kings and the rise of queens ♛
We have known pain, we have suffered greatly but we have survived. We have buried our mothers, fathers, brothers and sisters, wept our tears and honoured them. Now we begin a new age - one of peace and joy. Let not kin fight kin, their blood not to water the earth that was marched across to the beat of war. Our great kingdom will now be ruled by three so that no man may claim his voice unheard. We vow to protect all, pledging ourselves to our people.
So let the North rejoice with their queen, Sansa the Brave, and the halls of Winterfell to be filled with cheer. From the Vale of Arryn, the Crownlands and the Stormlands, seated in King’s Landing, Shireen the Just, joint protector of the Wall. And presiding over the Riverlands, the Westerlands, the Reach and Dorne, Myrcella the Wise, who has taken up her colours of red and gold.
All hail Queen Sansa!
All hail Queen Shireen!
All hail Queen Myrcella!
So a while back I wrote about how Sansa’s and Sandor’s interactions make for a really interesting unwriting of the typical male-gaze centered narrative because a) all of their textual interactions take place from Sansa’s perspective, b) we get to know Sandor best through the Sansa and Arya…
Q u e e n . o f . t h e . N o r t h
I am Sansa Stark, Lord Eddard’s daughter and Lady Catelyn’s, the blood of Winterfell. She turned her face up to the sky and closed her eyes. She could feel the snow on her lashes, taste it on her lips. It was the taste of Winterfell, the taste of innocence, the taste of dreams…I am stronger within the walls of Winterfell.
and they run away to highgarden where they braid each other’s hair and eat lemon cakes and thrive in the matriarchy and nothing bad happens to them ever again the end ♥♥♥ [prints at society6]
i really like this shot though