Write Sansa\Petyr fanfic
Her eyes seem to wander across the sea of cheering men until they meet his, he was already looking at her, watching her reaction to the scene before them. As she met his eyes and stared into them she saw the hurt in them. As they stared into each other's eyes the rest of the world seem to fall away, like he was the only person in the room. In that moment, she realized that her life had come to crossroads; she had two options. The first was to sit in the shadow of her bastard brother for the rest of her life or stand beside him as his queen, cherished. As she looked at Petyr, she realised he wasn't the worst choice, after everything she'd been through maybe he wasn't so bad after all. Maybe he would be the only person in her life who would truly be able to appreciate her for who she was now. The cheering died down and Jon sat back down beside her. He looked sideways at her smiling gently at her. She politely smiled back and continued to play the role of the supportive little sister. She looked back towards Petyr, who was now looking down in his lap. She wouldn't go to Petyr tonight, no - he couldn't win that easily. He still had to prove his love was sincere and that he was going to stick beside her. After listening to stories, singing and more speeches of praise to her brother Sansa decided she was tired and retired to bed. As she slept she decided that her mind was made up. Tomorrow, the teasing would begin.
The next few weeks seemed to go to plan. She continued to walk around the castle as though nothing had changed. She tried her best to avoid him,even when she wanted to know where he was, she would avoid finding out. If she could hear him talking in another room, she would avoid the room, avoid walking and sitting in the courtyard because she knew that he would more than likely be able to find her there. Above all she avoided talking to Jon about anything remotely near the topic of Littlefinger. The only thing she couldn't avoid….was thinking about him. Late at night, she lay awake in her bed, looking at the roof wondering if he was reading somewhere under candle light or if he was lying in his own bed. Then she would let her own mind wondered. If he was, was he lying in his bed thinking about her. Wondering if he was wishing she was there. As time went on, she begun to realise that she her excuses to avoid him were becoming limited.
There was also a scary thought that he would approach her and asked her if and why she was avoiding him, but that she could deal with in the moment, she could make up either an excuse or tell the straight up truth which she would imagine would go something like 'Petyr, I am avoiding you because I know that you are right and that marrying you would be a good game changer' Admitting to Petyr that he was right, that she knew exactly what he wanted and that she wanted the same. She could already see the grin on his face. Pleased.