PART TWO:
Sansa couldn't sleep. She tossed and turned with so many thoughts bubbling through her mind. She had gone to talk to Lord Baelish only an hour ago. Hoping that talking to him would bring her some sort of peace it in fact did the opposite. She could still feel the warmth of his arms wrapped around her. She knew he might have feelings for her. The most likely answer was that he might just want to use her for power. Which one was it?
Turning over she stared at the wall. What were her feelings for him? She thought back to when she met him on the boat after the unsuccessful wedding of Joffrey. How she almost felt relieved that he was there. There was also the moment when he kissed her in the snow-covered courtyard. She indeed felt her heart beating hard in her chest when his lips met hers but could it have been because it she was not used to kissing men? Sansa could feel her face grow warm as she remembered the taste of Lord Baelish's lips. Her pulse quickened and her chest grew heavy.
Sitting up in her bed she put a hand over her chest above her heart.
"Stop." She whispered to the dark.
No reply. In her mind she heard his voice whispering. Everyday things such as how lovely the weather was in Kings' Landing or how wonderfully cooked his meal of roast duck was. Such a deep, velvety, manly voice that made her chest grow even heavier.
"Stop." Sansa shouted. This startled herself. Tears forming in her eyes she threw off her blankets and slipped on a rope. Heading for her door she stopped only to grab a candle from her nightstand. She needed to get out of this room. Sansa didn't know where she was going she just allowed her feet to carry her anywhere.
Walking down the long, dark, narrow corridors, Sansa felt a bit lighter. This was her home. Although it seemed strange and different from when she had lived there with her family, it was still familiar. Sansa closed her eyes for a second; breathing in the cold night air she was soon startled.
"Good evening Sansa." Called out an unfamiliar voice. Sansa turned around to be face to face with Ramsey Bolton. "I apologize. Did I startle you? It's a bit late for you to be taking an evening walk. Isn't it?"
There was something cold and creepy about the way Ramsey talked. Like a rat's squeal. It sent shivers down her spine.
"I couldn't sleep." Sansa replied quietly
"Ah, Nether could I." Ramsey spoke almost in a whisper. "You should take more care. You never know who could be lurking in the dark. Trouble could bump into you."
"I think I can manage on my own."
"Do you now?" Ramsey smiled making Sansa feel even more uncomfortable.
"Yes."
' "Well," Ramsey leaned in closer to her. Sansa backed up against a wall. He leaned one arm also against the wall. "You certainly are a confident one. Being as pretty as you, I'm sure there are many men who would want to harm you in the most unpleasant of ways. If you know what I mean. So Ill say this again, do take care."
Sansa suddenly felt threatened. Ramsey stared at Sansa almost menacingly. This would be her fate. Marrying this man in front of her. She felt compelled to runaway but was caught like a butterfly in spider web.
"Is something the matter?" A familiar voice echoed through the hall. Petyr Baelish.
"I was just telling Sansa about how beautiful the night sky is." Ramsey said putting on a fake smile.
"I see. Well if you don't mind Ill escort Sansa back to her chambers."
"As you see fit." Ramsey briskly walked away.
"Are you alright Sansa?" Lord Baelish asked.
"I suppose so." She replied.
"You look pale. Did something happen?"
"No…" She wanted to tell him how afraid she had been but held her words.
"Ill walk you back to your chambers now." Sansa nodded in agreement. The walk was a long quiet one. Neither one of them spoke a word. Sansa's heart was pacing quickly the entire time. They finally reached her chambers and turned to face each other.
"Have a good night Sansa." Petyr said softly. He turned to leave when subconsciously Sansa grabbed the end of his sleeve. He looked at her quizzically.
"Will you stay and talk with me?" Sansa said. There was a long pause. "Please. I cannot sleep."
"Just for a moment. Then I really must leave." Petyr replied hesitantly. They entered her room quietly. Inside Petyr sat in the chair by the fireplace. "What is it you wish to speak to me about?"
"I'm not sure. I just wanted to be close to you for a moment."
"I see…"
"I want to know something." Sansa began. "I want to know how I feel about you. I mean I trust you. I think, I know you want to help me but…" She toyed with the lace on her robe. "When you kissed me and…"
"Sansa, you are to marry Ramsey Bolton. You shouldn't think of such foolish things."
"Was it foolish to you? Was it part of your game? Did you even stop to think about how I would feel about it or was it all about the gain? How would this all benefit you? If that's the case than the sooner you head to King's Landing the better." There was a long silence. It seemed like ages before Lord Baelish spoke.
"I know how selfish I can be and yet, I didn't kiss you for political gain. I kissed you because I wanted to. My own selfish need to taste your lips."