"That's good, then," Sansa said with a nod, though the words came out almost as a question. She had wanted children of her own once, sons she could name after her father and brothers, even a girl to call Arya. Once, she had thought they would be princes and princesses; once, she had longed for nothing as much as that. That had changed quickly, though, and while she was glad that she would never have to bear any children of Joffrey's, the thought of having any with Tyrion was almost equally undesirable. He was a Lannister. No child of hers should have to carry that name. "And did her husband find out? About who the father was."