The next day, she was standing on deck of the Queen of the Horizon before sunrise. She watched how the white fluffy clouds slowly moved in front of the sun and immediately changed color from the clean white to dark red.Blood red, was Sansa's first thought, or the deep red of wine.

King's Landing was waking up from its deep sleep. People began to build their booths in the market, the first diligent fishermen left the port with their small boats.

Shutters were opened up and some infants started to cry. She was in the middle of it all. She felt the heartbeat of the city clearly, for the first time since she arrived there. The ship she was standing on was for its size rather lonesome. Some of the tiny fishing boats around the Queen seemed like they had more people on them than the enormous ship, Sansa was standing on. The young girl inhaled the cold morning air, which pureness let her brain finally awake fully.

She turned her head from the stunning sunrise to the narrow door, which directly led into the belly of the ship. Its inside consisted of many corridors and rooms, which were covered with deep red carpets, they really looked like the veins and muscles of some big scary animal.

I hope it won't swallow and digest me, she thought internally. The Queen of the Horizon belonged to Lord Baelish; that was as obvious as the fact that Arya was her father's daughter. The wide leather furniture present in every room and the heavy curtains in front of every window made the rooms appear dark, even when the sun shined with all its power. There was that sweet smell of spiced wine everywhere. Again. Time to time Sansa asked herself why she had never seen Lord Baelish being drunk. Literally everything that this man touched seemed to be taken over with this sweetish smell.

Beside the servants, there were a bunch of wine dealers. Even they worked for Lord Baelish. That's why he smells like wine all the time, his entire existence is constructed of wine and whores, Sansa realized, but she couldn't blame him. It's weird that there was still use for wine.

People were starving, fighting to stay alive, and at the same time other people still had the time and money to drink expensive wine.

After she turned away from the horizon, she realized that it was not the deck of the ship that smelled like Littlefinger so intensely. No, Petyr himself stood a few steps behind her. After Sansa noticed him, he stepped closer. He leaned his slender body against the railing next to her, smiling tiredly. "I always liked sunrises better than sunsets, they're the beginning of everything. They are the ending too. The ending of darkness. It's fascinating." Sansa remembered the usual greyness of the sky in Winterfell and hesitated.

"What does this all mean, My Lord?" Her hair was messed up by the wind and she had to pull the strands out of her face every few seconds.

"Call me Petyr. You may leave the formalities in Kings Landing, Sansa." Sansa noticed how he avoided her question. He knows more than me, so much more. She tried to act charming, just like him. She smiled, tried to look him as deep in the eyes as possible, put pressure on him. "What does all of this mean, Petyr?"

"I already told you the most important things, let the rest be my burden." He avoided her question again and Sansa knew that there was no sense in asking him another time.

"Do you want to dance?" Sansa felt irritated.

What's the matter with you, Lord Baelish? What are you hiding from me? Was she in any position to reject the offer? She was on his ship, with his servants, and wouldn't get much other company for the next time. Besides that, she wanted to feel his touch again.

It seemed strange to dance on a ship without music and without any real reason to dance. Sansa knew that Lord Baelish wouldn't ever breach her personal space without her permission. She gave him a nod and Petyr Baelish wrapped his hands around her waist, just like the night before. He came closer, and for a moment she thought that their lips would collide. Then, he started to whisper, and his steps got faster.

"We are being watched, sweet Sansa. You are not safe, not as long as we are in King's Landing. Maybe even not after that. Even on this ship, Varys and the Queen have their eyes everywhere." They were still dancing in circles, and the wood creaked underneath their feet. As soon as the ship began to slide out of the port, she realized what this change meant for her.

I could escape, maybe. The Queen is so far away. Because of this insight, she began to wonder if the events of the last few hours were real. Her blue dress, which crinkled in the lukewarm wind, was the only thing which felt real. And him. His glances, his caring, the way he talked to her.

Sansa couldn't control her feelings anymore. Was he really looking at her that way? She didn't want to be the sweet child anymore, no, she wanted him to see her as woman.

Sansa Stark. She wanted to be seen by him, she enjoyed the glances that he was giving her more and more often. A few weeks before, Sansa had come to Kings Landing, full of love for Joffrey, admiring the Queen, so naive and weak. But now she was broken, she didn't want to live by the rules anymore, the rules of this stupid game. Sansa wanted to live.