We'll go to the Sept and have the wedding and bedding tonight! No need for a ceremony for Lady Sansa - she's just a Stark and they wed in front of trees outside.

( Sansa tries not to tremble. She knows what a bedding entails, naturally, but she didn't expect there to be one this very night. She merely dips her head and thanks His Grace for his generous gift. Joffrey tells the Hound to bring her back to her rooms and Sansa steps down from the tourney box and offers her arm to him. )

I look forward to our wedding, my lord.