As Sansa sat next to Jon at the meeting with all the northern lords and ladies of Westeros, she knew she should be feeling triumphant. She and her brother had convinced the other northern Noble families to once again support house Stark. However, no matter how hard she tried her eyes kept wandering to the lord Petyr Baelish, and all she could feel was regret because she knew he was unhappy. Just yesterday he had told her he wanted to rule the seven kingdoms with her at his side. He had told her that the north should be rallying behind her instead of a northern bastard, but she had to stand behind her brother because it was the right thing to do wasn't it? Somehow Sansa wasn't so sure.
She let her gaze sweep the darkening room until it rested on Petyr. His greenish gray eyes met with Sansa's, and her breath caught in her throat. Petyr gave her a small half hearted smirk and Sansa swore she saw a tear in his eye as he stood and turned to leave. Sansa's heart started racing as she watched his dark cloak disappear out the door. Before she knew what she was doing she was on her feet struggling to get through the crowded celebrating room. She had to find Petyr. Sansa knew that Petyr had done some terrible things, but he was always loyal to her, and she truly believed that if he had known what Ramsay Bolton would do to her he would have never have arranged her marriage with him. Sansa knew in that moment that she loved Petyr regardless of his flaws and she had to talk to him.
