Hi guys :) I am quite nervous, cause this is my first fanfic in English. :) I got inspired by the fanfic game of hearts by primewire. If you find any mistakes or anything, please let me know. :) Thank you :)
Sansa Stark was sitting near a window, watching birds picking up pieces of old bread, when she heard some knocking. ‚Come in.' As soon as she stated, the sound of opening and closing the door could be heard. She didn't have to turn around to know who it was.
‚My dear daughter can you please close the window? The sun is going down, and evenings in the winter are incredibly cold.' Petyr Bealish said as he was unbuttoning his black travel cloak.
Sansa stood up to close the window. ‚When did you get back, father?' She must have to push the window, so it would get shut. But because it was too heavy and old, it successfully refused to get closed. Meanwhile frightened birds flew away. She tried it one last time and for her surprise, it forcibly closed with a loud slam.
She turned around to see lord Bealish's hand on the frame of the window. He was smiling at her. It was his typical smile or more like his typical smirk. ,I couldn't watch how my lovely daughter suffers."
Sansa quickly moved away from Petyr, so she didn't have to be so awkwardly closed to him. Petyr with a smile put his cloak on the massive chair, that was nearby him. Then he leisurely moved to sit on the dark leather couch near the lit fireplace. After he had discovered a comfortable position on the used coach, his sharp eyes started to examine Sansa. It was a long time he hasn't seen her. The rays from a setting sun, red from how much it desperately tried to warm up the frozen ground, reflected and define Sansa's red hair.
She was way more beautiful than her mother. He couldn't remember if Cat was ever that attractive. ‚Come here.' He merely emphasizes his words with a light pat on the seat next to him. Sansa slowly narrowed the comforting distance between them carefully sitting down, trying to leave as much space as possible between them.
He touched one of her long strands, and she took a deep breath as a result of the uncomfortable feeling, that invokes his touch within her. The personal discomfort of his touch was due to the reason why he was doing it. She could only guess what were the intentions behind his actions. It was quite ironical, since he always assured himself, that no one was making her uncomfortable, but when they were alone, he immediately starts to make her nervous. The funny thing was, that she didn't mind him touching her. Possibly, it was because she normalized it or gets used to it. Or because he never hurt her physically. If he wanted her, he could rape her anytime. Even know. He has no reasons to protect her, except that she is maiden and highborn. But it was not unusual to give some coins to an accoucheuse. So marriage or her status was no protection from rape.
Petyr smiled when he watched her how she tried to control her mimic muscles. She was actually very good at controlling her expressions, but still easily readable, at least for him. Since she gets so easily flustered, he wanted to tease her a little. ‚Do you hate it?'
Her eyes got wider. Sansa was thinking quickly. Should she tell him the truth or the lie? What does he want to hear? ‚I don't like it.' Her freezing voice was trying to indicate how much he was annoying.
Petyr moved his head a bit to the side. A strand of her hair was still between his fingers. ‚Did you like when I wasn't here?'
She looked into his eyes, hoping to see some emotions, but she could only see the green and grey color of his iris. She quickly inspected him. The way he holds his head, the way he was playing with her hairs, the way he comfortably sits. He was probably curious. If he was angry, he would mask it really well. ,I like it here more when you are not around.'
Petyr slightly chuckled delightedly, but his face got straight immediately. He leaned eagerly towards her, to stop only a few inches away from her, so he could look straight to her eyes, to catch even a tiny lie. 'Then why didn't you told them, that I killed your aunt? You had a chance to escape from me. Forever.' The mint fragrance from his breath characterized his deep voice.
To be honest, he always wanted to know why she didn't tell them the truth. Now it was a good chance to find out.
Sansa's breath quickened. What is she supposed to tell him? She didn't know the true reason behind her foolish action. That day part of her wanted to get rid of him and there was a part that didn't want to see him dead. Maybe, it was because of what she desired. But the answer was still clouded as the sky before a storm. ‚You know why. I want power. I am tired of being a stupid little girl.' She bitterly said the last words.
He didn't answer right away. The silence that occurred was gradually killing her. The more she was waiting for his answer, the more her heart was beating faster. ‚Do you really believe it? I hope you didn't forget, don't you?'
She smiles sadly. How could she forget? Sansa grabs a dark green thread, that was hanging from her sleeve. There was something that she was curious about. She glanced at him. He was near her, his gaze fixed on her. She started to feel confident ‚Then why are you teaching me, if I am only your pawn? Why bother. You don't gain anything from teaching me.' She said bravely, taking over the power of their conversation.
You are horribly mistaken, to think I don't gain anything from it.' He sighed and moved away from her, only to nonchalantly stand up to get his coat. Gold and red rays from the winter sun were now replaced with a silver glimmer of the rising moon, that was trying to light up a peaceful night. ‚One day, I will tell you the reason, why am I teaching you. Until then don't forget you are mine, sweetling.' He placed a gentle kiss on her rosy lips. ,Good night my dear. Hope next time I will ask you this question, you will be able to tell me precisely.' Petyr starts to walk towards the closed door. ‚Wait.' Sansa got up. Petyr turned around. ‚Yes, I forgot. You were quite good. But I could still read you like an open book. Next time manages your feelings more.' He opened the door. ‚And also you should lie a bit. I am enemy, do not overlook that and you must always please your enemy.' He carefully closed the door, and Sansa was left alone, with the only fireplace lighting up the dark bedroom and his voice echoing in her mind. She was only his pawn. Nothing more, nothing less. But somewhere deep down in her there was a particular emotion. It was insignificant, but it was still there. As she undresses from velvet green dress and changed to nightwear, she wondered what type of emotion it was, since it was her first time dealing with this unfamiliar feeling.
