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A story told through a conversation.
He suddenly looked up. "How long have you been standing there?"
"Longer than you'd like."
"Where are my guards?"
An arched eyebrow.
"You here to finish me off, girl?" he snarled.
"Underestimate me. That'll be fun"
"You don't strike me as a professional killer."
"That's what makes me so good at it."
"Who paid you."
A smile.
"You have no power over me"
"Sure about that?"
He looked behind her and it was over in a second. How she managed to get behind the guard he would never puzzle out.
"You look beautiful with that blood on your face. It really brings out your eyes."
A laugh.
"They told me you would be asleep. Why were they wrong?"
Nothing.
A pitying look. "Oh darling, you are so very broken and no one cares to notice."
"Get out you whore." Anger for the first time.
"Don't say that. I'll start to think that you don't like me."
She sauntered over and sat on the corner of his desk.
"I accept dollars, euros, sterling, broken hearts and secrets."
"And what is your price to get rid of the person who hired you?"
"Not a lot. A pittance in fact."
"I find you intriguing. More so than anyone I have ever met."
A smile and a glimpse of smooth pale thigh as she slid off his desk.
She turned and was gone as quickly and quietly as she had arrived.
Every headline in the morning papers told the same story.
"Leading businessman, Petyr Baelish, dead in fall from office balcony."
"Baelish falls to death."
"Baelish dead in misadventure"
He smirked to himself as his family buzzed around him trying to turn this to their advantage.
And in the corner, while shrinking back from Joffrey's shrieking voice and flailing arms, Sansa Stark smiled.
R/r. This was supposed to be a one shot, but I've grown to love these two. Thoughts?