When Sansa finally fought her way into the courtyard Petyr was nowhere to be seen. Silent tears streamed down her face as she looked around for any sign of him. She heard a muffled voice by the stables. Hoping she wasn't to late she lifted her skirt as not to trip over it and ran as fast as her slim legs would allow. By the time she reached the stables she could see Petyr on his horse trotting towards the gates. If she didn't hurry, she was going to miss him! "Petyr!" she yelled. He half turned, and for a moment that seemed like an eternity he just looked at her, Sansa couldn't tell whether or not he would dismount his horse and come to her. His dull greyish eyes seemed to look past Sansa obliviously. Pure despair washed over her and once again hot tears ran down her cheeks, this time her sobs were audible. Weather Petyr dismounted his horse because of her tears, Sansa would never know for sure, but as he slowly walked up to her, her spirits rose a little. Petyr brushed a strand of Sansa's hair gently behind one ear then gently pulled her close to him. Slowly her sobs ebbed and her tears dried.
With his tensed arm around Sansa's waist Petyr walked his horse back to the stable and led the now silent Sansa into the gardens where he sat her next to him on a bench. The bench was nestled underneath a beautiful flowering tree. The wind blew lightly scattering soft white petals and a few loose strands of Sansa's auburn hair. For awhile they just sat there. Petyr, still holding Sansa was the first to break the silence. "You look stunning tonight you know" Sansa looked over at him for a split second before looking back down at her knees, Petyr reached over with a half hearted smile and caressed her cheek. "Sansa, I know you well enough to tell when something is upsetting you. You can trust me." Petyr went on, "You already know my feelings for you." Looking meloncholy he added, "You turned down my offer." Sansa looked up into his eyes and then back down, softly she replied "Jon is my brother, he may be a bastard... But he deserves to carry the Stark name forward. I can no longer be lady Stark of Winterfell no matter how much I want to. I haven't been a Stark since I was living in King's Landing. I was born a Stark, and I love my family... I just want to see it restored and if I can do that by supporting my half brother now, then that is what I want." Petyr looked at her, when he said nothing she went on hesitantly "I know what you ask of me Petyr, but I can't be a queen. I don't want to be. I have enough people after me already, and this is my home, I'm happy here.. In the north. Far, far away from King's Landing." Petyr's gaze traveled then from her face to his hands which were now folded in his lap and his expression became very blank as if he were trying to hide his emotions.
