She woke that morning to gentle snow falling from the sky. She opened her window out to the Godswood and watch the snow dance along its leaves.

"m'lady" Gilly had snuck in and gave her a scare "apologies m'lady, Littlefinger has requested an audience as soon as you are available."

Her heart skipped He becomes bolder by the day

She dressed in emerald green, a gown that fit her every curve. One of the many Lord Baelish had given her on his return to the north with the Vale army, perhaps as an apology for all the horror he caused her. She knew he did not know, she knew she should fully forgive him, but she could not do it yet. Especially as she was yet unsure of his intentions.

She met him in the court yard, she graced the steps towards the frozen yard where the servants and people of Winterfell wandered freely now, making coin, helping one another or just engaging in conversation, it had promise of home. But it was far from it. People were missing… and Lord Baelish's immense wealth could pay for Winterfell to look magnificent but it could never seem as her true home again, too much horror these walls have seen. She smiled around her letting the people see the new lady of Winterfell, they looked grateful to see her. The women look admirably at such a strong woman, who had suffered so much.

It was the men that worried her the most they leered at her. One man in particular, the fire in his eyes told her something his words couldn't, she smiled a true smile at the thought.

"My Lady, you look more beautiful than I could possibly imagine" He bowed to her, a first.

"My Lord, you look more suspicious than ever." His smirk was removed for a split second. Sansa saw it though, many would not. "I'm wounded, I am the most honest man I know"

"and modest, if it please my lord." She curtsied and smirked herself.

"It does not please me my lady, but you do." She cracked and blushed

"Lord Baelish there…" he cut her off

"Petyr"

"Petyr, there are people wandering" she realised her mistake and returned to her original plan. "Lord Baelish I wish to meet you here because its comelier to meet a lord in a public place not his own bedchamber."

"that it is my little bird." He smiled. "that dress is divine, funny that the colour perfectly matches my sigil" the smirked returned Damn Him! Even subconsciously he could get to her. Or was it conscious? "thank you Lord Baelish I chose it just for you" she played back. He regarded her as to whether he was being played.

"My Lady, I find that such an incredible honour, when will you be needing my army again? You may gladly have it." He grinned ear to ear with mirth. "which is it my lord, your army, Roberts army or mine" he stared straight through her and almost without thinking "Ours I believe the proper correction would be. My lady walk with me if you would be so kind" Sansa agreed and they began a slow wander around the courtyard the smallfolk regarded Sansa well, but were unsure, but grateful of Lord Baelish, southerners are never welcomed well here "My Lady would you consider a visit to your father and mother to pay our respects" Sansa simply nodded as they made their way towards and down to the crypts of Winterfell.

Once they arrived Sansa removed her arm from the crook of his making her way towards her mothers tomb. But she stopped in front of Lyanna. "Ah again your Aunt, you seem to be oddly interested in her." Sansa turned to him, eyes dark with sadness

"They say she had the best parts of me and Arya." Petyr returned to her.

"She was indeed beautiful, but nothing comparable to you." There was no smirk, no smile, regret perhaps? no. Guilt. "Yes but it didn't save her from being kidnapped and raped."

"Varys has always claimed it was severely out of character for Rhaegar to do such a thing" Petyr took a strand of soft auburn hair in hand as he spoke. Sansa wasn't used to this again, and still wasn't sure what he was motivated by here. Sansa tried to advert his attention. "What kidnapping and raping a woman." She acted like the girl he knew in Kings Landing, she knew this way she could always get information from him but more importantly this brought Petyr out of him.

"No, Sansa. Just raping her. Many men kidnap beautiful women in songs and tales, some men do it to beautiful girls as well" Something suddenly sprung into his mind.

"What is it Petyr?" She touched his chest.

"M'lady, you have distracted me with your own fascination with Lyanna." He sighed and looked behind him.

"If I am to ever be trusted by you ever again, perhaps even be loved, I feel it is important you know everything" his eyes were soft and his hands were nervously together. She was deeply intrigued.

"Petyr if you would be so kind"

"When Robert dies, I intend to name you Queen of the Vale and with the army of the Vale take back Riverrun, proclaiming you Queen of the Riverlands through your Tully bloodline" Sansa interrupted her heart and brain were racing a million miles an hour, gods girl focus.

"Without any reassurance, and possibly thousands of lives you would make me Queen of two kingdoms?"

"My love", he drew closer to her, "I'm afraid you've miscounted. The Vale, The Riverlands and The North"

"Jon Snow is King in the North"

"He was named, he can be unnamed. He is no threat to you Sansa, He loves you dearly, he struggles to show it, yet he does."

"However he is a threat to you."

"how so"

"he doesn't trust you"

"very wise, wouldn't you agree m'lady. 'only a fool would trust littlefinger'"

"how did you… the walls have ears" He looked wounded, to learn the information was true. "I don't mean I don't trust you Petyr, its just I am unsure of your intentions still" he moved closer, spired on by the fact she had not rejected his advances yet. "What do I want" his hand, glove removed went to her hair, and caressed her cheek, his thumb running along her cheekbone as he shuffled closer to her, Sansa suddenly felt hot and heavy. "Everything" he edged closer and tilted his head "I will make you queen of the seven kingdoms sweetling, I will rule with you, as hand and we shall be formidable. I will give you everything for what I truly want is for.." the shuffle of shoes, several were racing down the steps into the crypts Littlefinger quickly remerged and moved away from Sansa, falling into the shadows behind Lyannas tomb, but Petyr looked back at her quickly winking at her before descending where he was safe.

"Sansa, I thought you might be down here" Jon gazed at her from the opposite end of the crypt.

"Your Grace, I find it is a place where I can truly be alone, with my thoughts, hopes and dreams" she swore she saw Littlefingers grin behind Lyanna's tomb. "apologies my lady I did not mean to interrupt you but I came to inform you we will soon be rid of Littlefinger." She almost let out a gasp.

"I do not understand?"

"Lord Royce has assured me that once Robert Arryn dies the Lords of the Vale would happily take you as there Lady, they feared for a long period they would not have an heir."

"meaning Lord Baelish and his role of Lord protector would be"

"only an inconvenience for yourself and mine." She stared at him, void of emotion, she could read his game. And she was about to play a checkmate. "Lord Snow I sense there is more you are withholding from me"

"Sansa, I will not make you do anything you do not wish to do, you have suffered enough"

"I am to Marry"

"Yes, but listen to me it won't be immediately, you have as much time to recover as need be but the Vale needs a male heir. If it makes you feel any better Lyanna Mormont is to be my betrothed and we will marry when she comes of age" Lyanna Stark, Queen of the North

"I will do it Jon, there is no need to convince me" she returned her gaze to Lyanna.

"Thank you, Sansa, I will do anything I can to better this burden, Winter has come and we need to survive somehow." Sansa didn't respond, continuing to hold Lyannas gaze

"I will have a list of Lords of the Vale and their male heirs draw up and their portraits sent for. Sansa, this should ease the tendiciousness of meeting them all he might as well be.."

"there will no need for that" she eyed him cold blue eyes like the night king Jon had told her of but a warm Margery Tyrell smile. "what do you mean Sansa, you have to meet them you cannot just pick at random"

"I've already chosen" she lifted her skirts and made way for the stairs "Lord Petyr Baelish if you were wondering my king."

"Sansa don't be stupid, I'm serious" she turned and glared and Jon, even he, bastard born looks down on Petyr. Yes, the parallels between Jon and Petyr were clear they had both become something from nothing. But Petyr had not Strength in his arms, Military tactics, charisma and Leadership skills. He survived on Cunning, his wits, his mask and most of all his brilliant mind.

"I will Marry Lord Baelish and until your betrothed comes of age and she births a male child Lord Petyrs child will be Prince of Winterfell and heir to the North and the Vale."