This is in Sansa's point of view during her stay in the Vale with Petyr...it will pick up from when she arrives to when they are leaving to tour the vale. Yes, there will be mention of Sandor :P BTW, if you read my other stories...this is what I have been busy doing. Enjoy and PLEASE review!

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My quest

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If anyone were to ask me if I believed that I would be leaving Kings Landing, I would have thought them mad. I would have hushed their tongue so the others would not hear such a question; I fear the pain. What pain, you ask? The pain of a cold sword slapping the back of my thighs, the hot slap of Meryn Trants hand upon my face. The pain was becoming unbearable, but I reminded myself that I would one day turn to steel, and none would be able to hurt me again.

But who would have thought I would not have to worry about such a thing anymore? A true friend came to my rescue on that fateful day of Joffrey's purple wedding. And no, I am not speaking of Littlefinger, I am speaking of Ser Dontos. He was a fool, of course. Joffrey was right to make him his fool.

"Sansa? Did you hear me? You will be known to the others here as Alayne Stone, understood?"

I looked up at my Aunt Lysa, who was looking down at me with no emotion hidden in her eyes. She gestured for me to rise from my curtsy and I did with a nod, "Thank you for allowing me to be here, Aunt Lysa." I did mean it. Where would I be if it were not for her and Petyr Baelish? I look at him over my Aunt's shoulder as she hugs me and his eyes meet mine. Dontos was a true friend, but Lord Baelish was my savior in more ways than one. His smile was small, but it was there. I smiled back, which seemed to please him as he walked forward and whispered, "Lysa, why don't you have young Robin bring Sansa to her new chambers?"

She gently pushed me back and nodded, "Yes, good idea darling. Robin, why don't you bring your cousin to her chambers?" I could not help but let myself be dragged away by young Robin, but as I left the room, I saw my Aunt embrace Lord Baelish, and I could see him tense as he watched me leave the room.

Later that night, I had a most unfortunate talk with my Aunt, who insisted that I was carrying a child. How could I be with child? I never consummated my marriage to Lord Tyrion. Finally, I understood what she meant when she claimed that it must be the only reason that her Petyr brought me here. She believed me to be carrying his bastard. My voice turned sore as I yelled and cried that I was not carrying either mans child, which she finally came to believe. As I walked back to my chambers alone that night, I felt myself begin to panic at the thought of staying here with her. There have been stories that my Aunt was furiously jealous of my mother, even after she married Lord Jon Arryn.

After entering my chambers, I stopped in front of a small dirty mirror and looked at myself. I had no markings from a beating upon my face and my hair seemed brighter, but how could this be? I was in the cold now, where I belonged, shouldn't I be dull again? Or perhaps Kings Landing was the one thing making me dull and dead inside.

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Its past midnight.

The moon is high and shining its beams through the small window I have in my chambers. How can one sleep when their Aunt is yelling at the top of her lungs? Her voice is echoing in my mind, "Oh, Petyr! Yes, Petyr, you are the best! Oh, Gods!" I make a face of disgust and roll to my side as her voice begins to slowly calm and settle. I am a woman flowered, but I still cringe when I hear of the pleasures of the flesh. It is something I have never had happen to myself, and for the time being, I do not want it. Who can I trust enough to touch me as a man were to touch a woman he loved or lusted?

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I dreamt of him.

Have I ever dreamt of him before? No, but as I sat up in bed from my dream, I could still feel his wool cloak scratching the skin of my hands and the blood from the battle running between my fingers. He frightened me, but not as much as other men did.

"Sandor."

The name was no longer foreign to say as I whispered it to my dark and empty room. The dream made me wake with a sensation coming from between my legs. A good sensation I have never felt before. Could it be that dreaming of him made me feel like more of a woman? In my dream, he held the dagger to my neck, just as he did on the night of the Battle of Blackwater and he pushed himself against my leg, trying to frighten me. I was in fact frightened at first, not knowing what to do or say, as this large man held me down to my bed and threatened to rape me unless I sang a song for him. It was the song he had always wanted me to sing just for him and no one else.

I sang what my voice would let me. I can still feel his hot breath upon my cheek and see his eyes glowing in the dim room. When he offered to take me away, I should have gone with him. But I was frightened. A man such as Sandor Clegane taking a young maiden with him may have ended in rape, but as I sit in my bed, thinking of this man that once thrillingly frightened me, I can't help but become angry.

Why didn't he force me to leave with him? Why didn't he try harder? I was more angry at him for not forcing me to leave with him than I was with myself for saying no.

He kissed me before he left. I felt his lips touch mine, taking the kiss he may have always wanted from me. I could have yelled for help, I could have let him cut my throat for trying to fight him off, but I didn't. There was something in his eyes that told me how much he did care. Others would call it lust, but in the end, it was not just that. The Hound cared for me in ways Joffrey did not.

Now, as I dress for the early morning, I wish that I was with Sandor in the woods, rather than behind more castle walls.

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Never in my life have I dressed so quickly to get outside and get fresh air. When I arrived in the court yard, I took in how beautiful and crisp the snow was. I never thought I would miss the sight of white snow. A small hill of snow caught my attention and a smile came to my lips as I walked to it and went to my knees to begin building a snow castle. My mind wandered in and out as I built the castle, making me not realize that is was becoming a beautiful replica of Winterfell.

"What are you doing?"

I nearly jumped out of my skin as I glanced over my shoulder and saw Robin trying to look at the snow castle. I sigh, "I am building a snow castle, but I suppose I've turned it into my home." He looked down at it, "That's supposed to be Winterfell?"

With a nod, I wiped my gloved hands clean of snow and stood, "Yes." Robin walked forward and pointed to the top of one of the snow towers, "You should put the moon door here!" I gasped and covered my mouth as the whole thing crumbled and he looked at me, "Sorry, I-"

"It's ruined now. You've ruined it."

I sounded like a spoiled child, but that was the one thing that made me feel close to my home. Robin had begun to yell in anger and I watched with red in my eyes as he stomped on it, "It was stupid and a waste!" What had come over me next, I do not know. Perhaps it was built up anger from my time in captivity, but before I knew it, I raised my hand and brought it down upon young Robin's cheek. Gods, it felt so good to hit someone. The haze in my mind cleared as I saw tears coming to his eyes,

"Robin, I didn't mean to."

"I'm telling mother on you! Then, I will throw you through the moon door!"

I could do nothing but watch as he ran from the courtyard, tripping along the way over the snow. My hand was still pulsing from the slap and I looked down at my hand, trying not to smirk on how good it felt. I wish I would have known Lord Baelish was in the courtyard watching everything, for if I did, I would have left with Robin. Still, he came from the shadows of a doorway and smiled, "Do not worry about him. That child has always needed a good slap." Robin was meant to be his son when he married my Aunt, so why would he speak such a way about him?

"I should not have done that. He will go and tell his Aunt now and because I slapped him-"

"The boy will tell his mother and nothing will be done. Lysa believes you will marry the boy when he is older, so she will not discipline you." How could I have forgotten? My Aunt was just crazy enough to believe that I would marry my cousin in hopes of bringing the Stark and Arryn family closer to the North. I know what they want. They all want the North from me and they want to take my Winterfell home away.

"Sansa?"

Lord Baelish pulled me from my thoughts and I jumped as I noticed how close he was to me. His hands were playing with the ends of my hair, "Pardon?"

"I was speaking of your mother. You are much more beautiful than her when she was your age."

Of course! I remembered at that moment that my Aunt spoke of him loving my mother before he came to love her. It is almost as though he went for second best. My thoughts were interrupted again when I saw his hands coming up to cup my face. My voice quivered as I questioned his motive, "Lord Baelish?" He smirked and whispered to my lips, "Call me Petyr." He has always wanted me to call him by his birth name, but I never did.

His kiss came quick and lasted what seemed like forever. It was sweet and not like when Joffrey kissed me. Joffrey forced himself to do it, but I was too blind to see that. Petyr's kiss was gentle and kind and I will admit that when I pulled away, I almost wanted more. It was wrong! Still, I pulled away and we stared at each other, both wondering what had just happened. It was then that I understood exactly why he brought me away from Kings Landing and saved my life. I was now in his debt and with that single kiss, I could feel that my fate was sealed. I rushed from the courtyard and stopped in the dark hall just inside, leaning against the wall as I caught my breath. A kiss was a kiss no matter who gave it to you or what it felt like.

I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, not surprising myself when the first person I thought of was Sandor. The kiss he gave me was filled with care and lust as the green fire lit up my dark chambers. I often second guess myself and think that it was a dream, but until my dying day I would think of it.

Unfortunately for me, my Aunt Lysa saw the whole thing between myself and Petyr and she was none too happy when I arrived in the throne room later that day. Why do I now call him by his name? The kiss was sudden and brought no feelings for him, but yet I now knew that he felt for me as he used to for my mother. With a deep breath, I straightened my gown and clasped my hands in front of me before entering the throne room.

Her face was grim and at this moment I was unsuspecting of how this would turn out. I walked in like the Lady I was, not giving her the pleasure of seeing me worried. I was not in the room for a minute before she stood and cleared her throat, "Sansa, my dear, how are you enjoying your stay?"

"I am enjoying it, Aunt Lysa. It is so nice to see snow again."

Of course, I was correct thinking she would go right to the topic at hand, "I saw what happened in the courtyard today." I watched her walk down the steps and stop in front of me, her arms crossed as though she was keeping herself warm. Or was she stopping herself from slapping me? Either way, she was waiting for me to say something, "I'm sorry, Aunt Lysa, I didn't mean to hit Robin-"

"That is not what I am talking about, you little fool."

Aunt Lysa's arms were uncrossed now, her face red with anger as she stood near inches from my face, "I saw you kissing him. I saw you kissing my Petyr!" What could I say to that? I was guilty of being kissed by him and accepting it, but I did not kiss him. I shook my head, "No, Aunt Lysa, I did not-"

"Oh, shut up! Do you think this is Kings Landing? Do you think I will show you mercy?" Why was she changing the subject so quickly? The stories were surely true; she is crazy. In a flash, her hand was gripping my wrist, "Do you deny it? Well, you are a liar just like your mother! Yes! She loved Petyr when he came to me. I know that she fell I love with him when he fell in love with me, but I had him! He was all mine, but now her whore daughter is here to take her place."

I began to panic and cry as the grip on my wrist tightened and she pulled me to the open moon door in the middle of the room, "Admit it!" It was with those two words she had me on my knees and staring face first over the edge of the door. The wind was cold and harsh on my face, nearly drying the tears that were pouring from my eyes. I screamed, "I swear to you, I did not kiss him! I do not love him, Aunt Lysa! Please!" She wrapped her hand securely in my hair and pushed me closer to the edge, "Liar! You came here with him and I know you carry his bastard!"

I thought I would die then. She had me so close to the moon door that with one light push I would go through and die as soon as I hit the rocks below. I could do nothing but cry and plead with my crazed Aunt, but thankfully Petyr's voice echoed through the room, "Lysa!"

She paused and turned her head to see Petyr in the doorway, "Let her go." I whimpered like a child as her grip tightened in my hair, "You-You want her! She is but an empty headed child." Petyr growled, "Let her go, Lysa!" I could hear the anger and worry in his voice as he ordered my Aunt to release me, but yet I was still hanging over the edge of the moon door, hoping and praying she would not push me over. Thankfully she grabbed me and threw me to the ground and away from the door before she sat down and began to cry. As he walked by me to console his wife, Petyr looked down at me, gesturing his hand to tell me to stay where I was and I listened.

I listened as he consoled her, speaking pretty words to make her calm down, but it was what he said next that made me look up, "There is only one woman who I have ever loved." My Aunt's face went bright, waiting for him to tell her it was herself, but his words were cold, "Your sister." I watched in shock as he roughly pushed her back and through the moon door with her screams drifting away. What else could I do but stare at the open door as he turned and looked down at me. I was afraid to meet his eyes in fear that he would push me through the door next. What he did next shocked me even more as he crouched in front of me, using his thumb and finger to lift my chin so my eyes would meet his. His face was void of emotion while mine showed exactly what I was thinking. He sighed,

"Do you see what I have done for you? Were it not for me, she would have thrown you through without a second thought." I nodded numbly at his statement, but inside I was cringing that I was in his debt once more. Of course he was using these words to make me believe he did it just for me, when in reality he was doing it for himself. He took my hands in his and slowly helped me stand, "Are you alright?"

I nod, "I-I am fine. She said things that-she thought that I was carrying your child."

His eyes almost lit up at the idea before he chuckled, "Lysa was falling apart, Sansa. Had I not done what I just did, you would be dead and then she would have killed herself." I did not believe that for one minute, but I could do nothing but hold onto his arm as he slowly walked me out of the throne room. I was brought to chambers that were not my own and he opened the door, "You shall sleep in here for tonight. I want to make sure you are taken care of." The room was large and ornate with a large fireplace and a fur laying in front of it. I looked at him and whispered,

"Why are you being so kind to me?"

He smirked and bowed his head, "Get some rest, my Lady. I will have someone bring you food and drink later."

I could not let him go at that. I wanted to know what lies would be told about my Aunt and what would happen to me. As he turned, I rushed forward and grabbed his arm, surprising both of us with my forwardness, "Please, tell me what you will say about my Aunt." He looked down at my hand that had a grip on his clothed arm and then back to my face, "She jumped." I nodded slowly, understanding the tone in which he said it; I was to learn the lie.

After Petyr left, I sat on the large bed trying to come up with a story. Surely the council of the Vale will want to know what happened to her and I will be a witness. I thought of words that were once whispered to me, "We are all liars here and each one better than you."

He told me the truth. I cried when I made the mistake to stay in Kings Landing that time long ago and Petyr left on his ship. I had my chance and I stayed, hoping I would marry the Knight of Flowers. I am no longer that fool I once was. After blowing out the candle, I laid back in the bed and closed my eyes as visions of those I loved and cared for came to my mind. The last person I saw before sleep claimed me was once again Sandor Clegane. Sleep claimed me just as a smiled graced my face and I thought, "I will make them all proud."

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Sleep is such a beautiful thing. When I was in Kings Landing, I knew that when I was asleep, I was the safest.

I was awoken by a handmaiden and she looked down at me, "My Lady, you have been asleep for almost two days." I sat up with a gasp and looked out the window to see it was sunny, "Where is Lord Baelish?"

She looked nervous, "With the council, my Lady. I have been sent to prepare you to meet with them. Lord Baelish is being questioned for the death of the Lady of the Vale." If I had the strength to push her aside, I would have, but she helped me up from the bed and helped me dress into the same gown I had been wearing since I left Kings Landing those weeks ago. After some time at sea, I found myself losing track of the days. Still, I would sit here in this castle, surrounded by mountains and guards, thinking that surely the Lannisters are not as stupid as they seemed at the moment. Wouldn't they question my Aunt? What of Petyr Baelish's disappearance?

"You are ready."

She walked with me to a door where two guards were standing watch. They did not know my name, but simply knew of me as either my Lady or Alayne Stone, the bastard girl. One guard bowed his head and opened the door, "Alayne Stone, my Lords and Lady." I took a deep breath and entered the room with red eyes and bags under them like I had not slept in weeks. It was true, I had not had a good sleep in weeks. I curtsied to them, playing the part of Petyr's innocent bastard girl. The eldest woman studied me and frowned, "Do you understand that you are to speak truthfully?"

Truthfully.

I knew I had to prove to Petyr that I was indeed a good liar and could be trusted, but I did not want to lie about my name. I studied their faces, all serious and frowns plastered on them. With a deep breath, I whispered, "I am not who I appear."

Petyr hissed as though he was in pain, trying to tell me to stop, but the eldest woman snorted, "I don't care whose bastard you are, child. You are here because you witnessed the death of Lady Arryn. Now, tell me-"

"I am not Alayne Stone. I am not a bastard and I am not his daughter. My name is Sansa Stark and I am a Lady of Winterfell. My father was Eddard Stark and my mother was Catelyn Tully." You could hear a needle drop in the room until a plump man sitting in front of me went wide mouthed, "Sansa Stark? Truly?" I nodded furiously, "Yes, Ser. I would not lie to you. Any of you, I promise that." The elder woman stood and took my hands, "Sansa, my dear, it is so great to see you safe, but please understand, we have business to attend. How did you come here?"

Petyr spoke up, "I think it would be best-"

"You will stay quiet, you little worm! You told us she was your bastard when she is in fact a highborn Lady!" I looked between them and saw Petyr bow his head, not daring to meet the eyes of the councilman. Without another moment lost, I spoke up, "Please, Ser, it was not his fault, Lord Baelish is just trying to protect me."

"Protect you?"

I gave a pathetic smile, "Yes, he has been keeping me safe. I-I was a prisoner in Kings Landing, Ser. They kept me in the Red Keep when I was betrothed to King Joffrey." They all looked at each other, "My Lady, Joffrey is dead." Of course he was dead, I helped kill him. I could not say that aloud to them, but the thought was sour in my mind. With a nod, I continued, "Yes, Lord Baelish helped me escape and brought me here where he thought it was safe. They beat me in Kings Landing until I would bleed. Joffrey had me stripped and beaten in front of everyone as he laughed. His mother mocked me and made me sign against my father before he was murdered for treason."

I could feel Petyr's eyes on my back and I turned to look at him, "But he saved me. He thought I would be safe here with my Aunt, the only family I have left." The others were listening with sad eyes and pity for me and it was then I knew that I had them in the palm of my hand.

"It was after he brought me here that my Aunt confronted me about being with child. I told her I was not and that Lord Baelish never touched me. She was blind with rage and jealously and it only got worse when she saw him kiss me."

The elder woman gasped as though she had seen bloodshed, "Lady Sansa!" I shook my head, "No! It was just a friendly kiss on the cheek, my Lady. She saw that and confronted me about it in the throne room. Her words were cruel as she told me that I was just a whore trying to take him away from her. I tried to explain, but she would not listen."

By now, my false tears were pouring down my hot cheeks as I told this false story, "I-I watched as she backed away to the moon door and it was then Lord Baelish came in and saw what she was doing. She was going to jump and he tried to stop her, but my Aunt shook her head and said that Petyr broke her heart. I was so shocked and upset that I could not stop her-she jumped-I could do nothing!" I barely felt the woman of the council wrap her fragile arms around me and whisper, "It is alright, Sansa. You will be alright. It is over and Lady Arryn is to blame." I knew then that I had surpassed Petyr's judgment and I felt proud of myself as I tried to catch my breath and sniffed.

With a look over her shoulder, I saw him looking at me with a smile in his eyes. He was proud of me in that moment and he knew that I had just saved his life. I closed my eyes and sighed as the woman pulled away, "I think we all agree when I say that we find Petyr Baelish innocent."

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Thank the Seven.

I had done it and had done it beautifully. With a smile and a sigh I threw myself back on the bed and starred at the top of the beds canopy. They believed me and I saved my-what was he? Could I call Petyr Baelish my savior or my captor? I did not lie when I said he saved me, but yet it reminded me that he also offered to take me away months before all of this happened. It was me that cried like a small child when I watched his boat sail away from Lannisport after I told him I would stay. I made that terrible mistake and was then told that I was to marry Tyrion Lannister.

I began to think of him as well. Tyrion was my husband still, even though he was believed to have killed Joffrey. I know he did not, but if he was dead, that would make our marriage void. We never consummated the marriage and even if he was still alive, after a time, I would be able to annul it. Did Petyr know that?

The sound of horse hooves from outside stirred my curiosity and I walked to the window to see the council leaving the Eyrie in a carriage. I smiled yet again at myself for my good work until a large chest caught my attention. There were books on top of it and after removing them, I opened it to find old gowns of black and gray. After pulling the black gown out, I studied the fabric and feathers adorning it. The feathers were old and hanging off from different ends and the fabric was dusty and torn at the bottom. I stood and walked to the door and called out, "Handmaiden?"

Within a few moments, a young girl was at the door, "My Lady?" I showed her the fabric, "Can you bring me new black fabric like this and some black feathers?" She looked confused, "Black feathers?" I nod, becoming impatient, "Yes, black. Black feathers from a raven or crow, you should find some in the tower." She nodded and mumbled, "I will try, my Lady." Before she could get too far I yelled, "Also, some thread and a needle!"

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My new gown was almost done.

I knew it would be beautiful since the feathers found were silky black and easy to use. I spent most of my afternoon stitching the feathers onto the shoulders of the gown I was making from the new fabric, making sure to be careful with the detail, when there was a knock on the door. I looked up and hesitated, as I told my handmaidens not to bother me. I knew he was on the other side, but I did not let him stay there, "Yes?"

The door opened and I was correct when I thought that Petyr would be on the other side. He walked in and looked down at me as I sat on my bed sewing. No eye contact was made as he began to speak, "I was going to be made guilty for killing her. Why did you speak for me?"

I sighed, "They would have killed you."

"What does that matter?"

He was leading me to the answer he expected, so I gave it to him, "If they killed you, what would have happened to me? I do not know these people as well as I know you." There was only silence after I said that until he whispered, "You think you know me?"

Did he think me that stupid? I smirked and mumbled, "I know what you want."

I could not help but look up at him from my stitching and our eyes met. Neither of us spoke as he look down at the black fabric on my lap and then back to my face, "Sansa, I-"

"My Lord, Lord Robin is looking for you."

We both looked to the doorway and a guard was standing there, looking between the two of us. Petyr turned and looked at me, bowing and in a husky voice he spoke, "I will expect you at dinner."

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Dinner went by uneventfully. Petyr spoke to Robin most of the night and I was told by him that because Robin was now Lord of the Vale, he must tour his small kingdom and meet the people that he rules over. He was not King, but the little boy still had people to take care of. He could barely take care of himself, so I was unsure about how he could take care of hundreds of people in the mountains. We would leave in the morning as the sun was rising and I was once again to be Alayne Stone. I did not like being someone I was not, but it would still be a refreshing change from the Lady I always am.

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My gown was ready to wear that night. I tried it on and smiled as I saw it fit me firmly and more than normal cleavage was showing. This was something that the new Sansa would wear-or the new Alayne. My red hair stuck out like a festering wound while wearing the black gown. So after staring at myself in the mirror for several minutes, I called upon a bath and a bottle of black dye and after both were brought to me and I told the handmaidens not to say a word to Lord Baelish of the black dye.

Within an hour, I removed myself from the tub and washed out my now dark hair, watching the black dye wash out as I pour the water over my head. I was successful in doing it myself and after it was dry, my hair was nearly black. I did not look the same as I did before, only my Tully blue eyes and pale skin remained the same. With a triumphant smile, I dressed for bed and as I lay there in the dark, thinking of Sandor once more, but curiously, Petyr Baelish came to my mind just as sleep claimed me.

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How could someone be this nervous? I was up and dressed before the others,walking through the throne room by myself as the guards and caravan was being prepare outside. I walked up the steps to the throne of wood and ran my hand over its ornate carvings. As I looked around the room, not seeing anyone, I smiled and shrugged before walking around it and slowly sitting down. It was not comfortable, but still I sat in it, looking down at the large empty hall. The moon door had been closed after Aunt Lysa's death and it was to never be used again.

I felt a bit of power by sitting in such a high up throne, being able to look down on everything else, but I removed myself from the seat and sighed before deciding to walk through the curtains to the open balcony.

The wind was light on this early morning and it felt great going through my newly dyed hair. I looked at the mountains and smiled as I saw small birds fly high over the peaks. Sandor had always called me "Little Bird" because I spoke pretty words and repeated anything I had to, but now, I was a Little Bird because I was flying high and free. How long would that last? I have no clue, but I know that I will try to fly for as long as I could.

Two voices broke me out of my thoughts and I looked through the curtain to see Petyr, dressed in a new black cape and boots. I smiled to myself and took a deep breath before stepping back inside to meet them. I stood at the top of the stairs and I watched as he stopped speaking with Robin and looked up at me. His eyes looked at me from head to toe and I nervously straightened the arms of my gown and began to walk down to him. He let Robin go outside to wait and as I met him, I smiled and spoke, "Shall we go?"

Petyr smirked back and took my arm in his, "I must admit that this change is surprising." I could not help but smile and let out a small giggle as he walked me outside, "Is this change good?" Petyr rested his other hand on mine which rested on the inside of his elbow, "A very good change."

Robin ran up to us, "Sansa? Your hair is black!" I nodded and Petyr helped him mount his horse, "Yes, but you must now call Sansa by the name Alayne, do you understand?" He nodded, "Yes, Uncle Petyr." I smiled as Petyr turned back to me and took my right hand in his and brought it to his lips, giving it a soft kiss. I did not expect what he did next when he pulled me to his chest and looked me in the eyes before whispering, "Welcome to the Game of Thrones, Sansa Stark."

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I was now in the Game of Thrones and was part of the upper hand. I now sat upon a horse of white, leading a caravan with Petyr Baelish riding beside me. Although I was to be called Alayne Stone for the time being and was to be known as Petyr's bastard child, I was still a Lady on the inside.

My name may be changed, but I am still Sansa Stark, Lady of Winterfell and daughter of the North.