The day had finally come for Joffrey Baratheon to return to Lion and Stag Enterprises and all Petyr wanted to do was slit the blonde bastard's throat the second he stepped off the elevator; he wanted Joffrey to suffer like Sansa had and he wanted Cersei to feel the pain of losing a child just like Catelyn. Petyr watched from the sidelines as his mother and the lower staff fussed over him and he knew that the other staff were only doing it because they feared Cersei's wrath. He spotted Varys in his peripheral vision approach him from his own office and come to a stop beside him.

"The prodigal son returns to the pit of chaos." He said as he leaned against Petry's office door.

"Chaos isn't a pit, chaos is a ladder. Only the ladder is real. The climb is all there is."

"That face, I know that face. You're plotting something." Varys accused with a sideways glance.

"You should know me by now; I'm always plotting something." Petyr's trademark smirk coated his face. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have work to attend to." With that Petyr vanished back into his office.

Petyr pushed thoughts of the golden lions from his mind while he worked, he just wanted some peace and that was what he did for a good three hours, he didn't even get up for coffee; Petyr just worked away quietly until he couldn't bear it any longer. His mind nagged at him and eventually Baelish gave up and called Sansa, only he had the number to that phone and she answered on the second ring with a polite hello Master. Petyr felt his ego grin at the title.

"Hello, Sweetling. I just wanted to make sure you're alright." Petyr tried to keep his tone light.

"Sansa is fine, Master." He could hear her smiling through the phone. "Sansa learnt a new word, Master."

"Oh? And what would that be?" He was genuinely curious, Sansa was thankful for that.

"Am... ambivalence." She answered.

"Can you put it into a sentence for me?"

Petyr worried for moment that he sounded like a teacher but quickly brushed it aside when his redhead started to respond.

"... Sansa had ambivalence about Master at first..." There was silence for a moment. "...Sansa didn't need to worry though, Master is kind and good."

No one had ever had so much faith in Petyr Baelish and if he was being a hundred percent honest it shocked him for a split second. This girl just kept on surprising him, and Petyrhadn't been surprised in so very long.

"I'm glad to hear it, and well done, Sweetling." He heard her smile again. "I'm going to bring take out for dinner. I can't..." Petyr paused for a moment as his office door was unceremoniously thrown open and the incestuous moron swaggered into the room. Baelishcontinued. "... be bothered to cook."

"Okay, Master."

"I have to go, Sweetling. I'll see you later." Petyr listened to her bye Master before hanging up and turning his attention to Joffrey. "Can I help you?"

"I want my things back." The brat announced flatly as if Petyr had stolen everything he owned.

What? Baelish thought. No thank you for moving a dead prostitute out of your bed? Of course not, you don't have enough brain power for that.

"I'll bring everything over tomorrow night." Petyr responded just as flatly turning his attention back to his computer monitor.

"No, you'll do it today, I want my things." His face erupted with a pathetic smirk. "Dinner with your Sweetling will have to wait."

"Fine." Petyr tried to sound as though he couldn't care less. "And she's my niece, her name is Alayne."

"You have a niece?"

"I do." The answer was smooth and unrehearsed.

"Whatever." Joffrey sneered. "Just get me my stuff. At least you managed to get that, didn't bring me my play thing though did you?"

Petyr wanted to launch over his black desk and throttle the boy to death but he restrained himself. Don't let them know what's in your mind.

"She was dead when I got there, I'm good but I can't bring back the dead."

"I think dead whore's are best left where they are. I can get a new one."

Seconds later the blonde stormed out the room just as abruptly as he'd entered leaving Gwendolyn to close Petyr's office door behind him. Finally some peace.

XXXX

Petyr got home a lot later than he'd intended however it was with Chinese take out in hand, so he counted it as a win. Despite the light he'd just switched on in the vestibule his home was dark.

"Sansa?" He called but there was no reply.

Petyr set the heavenly food scented bag down on his glass coffee table and then looked around the house but she was nowhere to be seen.

"Sansa?"

He called again but still no answer came, she wasn't in the library or her bedroom, not even his study where he'd often found her curled up on late nights. Finally, just as worry started to take up his mind Petyr noticed the patio doors, they were ajar. The dark-haired man stepped out into the night and walked the five minute trip to the cliff edge where he found Sansa sat looking out over the sea, her stuffed wolf by her side and her feet dangling over the edge into oblivion. She was wearing the green dress he had bought her what seemed like forever ago and he couldn't help but notice just how well it fit her, emeralds draped over milk white skin. The moonlight shone its silver rays down on her and Sansawas easily the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, a goddess; Frigg, Amaterasu, Hera,Idunn, Kisshōten, Athena, Isis, all of them rolled into one. An celestial deity and he was the demon to her angel.

"Hello Sweetling." He greeted, Sansa jumped in surprise but quickly fell to ease again and turned, it was then he saw the art book in her hands. "That's beautiful"

The redhead carefully pulled the page free of her art book and held it up to him, Petyrdropped to sit beside her on the cliff edge before taking the offered paper. Waves crashed softly far below them, a symphony to their ears. Stormy eyes stared down at the page, the image was amazing, so well drawn and with great detail. It was a landscape of the far off cliffs as they curved out of sight and the silver moon hanging in the sky; despite the lack of color Petyr could see the depth and the gorgeous rays of the moon.

"Sansa drew it for Master." She didn't look at him.

"Thank you, Sweetling. I love it." He paused for a moment to take another look at the drawing. "I'm sorry that I'm late."

He'd come by at lunch to pick up Joffrey's crap and make her lunch, but then there had been one thing after another, being away for so long had certainly increased his work load.

"I brought dinner though, shall we go inside and eat? I don't want you getting cold."

"Yes Master."

Sansa wasted no time gathering up her things, gathering them all into one arm before letting Petyr take her hand and guide his girl into the house. With a single gesture Petyrhad his girl sitting on the couch while he fetched plates, chopsticks and a fork for her.

"I may have gone a little over the top." Sansa watched her kind Master as he took several boxes out of the bag and set them all out on the coffee table almost as though it weresome kind of indoor picnic. "I didn't know what you liked so I just sort of got everything. Help yourself, Sweetling. There's rice, shredded beef, squid." To be honest there was too much to list. "Tuck in."

While Sansa helped herself cautiously to the food Petyr picked up his rarely used television remote and started to flick through the plethora of channels. Sansa's voice pulled the dark-haired man out of his channel surfing world.

"What's Green Lantern, Master?"

"A movie that should never have been made." He answered quickly and without looking up. "Shall I look to see if there is anything about wolves, like Copper?"

Sansa nodded happily and Petyr soon found a documentary dedicated to her beloved wolves. Petyr couldn't help but think about how domestic they looked together sat in front of the television mounted to his wall above the fireplace, just like a normal couple. There was nothing normal about the two of them though. After a time Master noticed his girl watching him out the corner of her eye, or more specifically his hands and what was in them.

"They're called chopsticks. You use them to eat."

With a smile Petyr set his plate down and guided the thin pieces of wood into her hands, in a few short instructions Sansa held the chopsticks softly in her hand and picked up a piece of chicken... then promptly dropped it back onto her plate. Petyr laughed. They tried a few more times but she always dropped the meat shortly before getting it close enough to consume. Sansa pouted, eyes cast down onto the plate. It was only then that Petyr realised just how close he'd gotten to the stunning redhead. Before his mind knew what his hands were doing Petyr had taken the plate and chopsticks from her soft hands and set them down on the table, less than a second later his palms were pressed to her cheeks andPetyr's lips were on her own. She tasted sweet, that was his first thought before going back in for another kiss, her taste was almost intoxicating and he just couldn't help pushed her down softly against the couch his weight shifting to cover hers while he knocked her knees apart. That was when it all fell apart, Sansa's breathing quickened in fear and her eyes clamped shut with horror, she was hyperventilating, air moved rapidly in and out of her lungs almost like inhaling fire. Suddenly Petyr's mind snapped back to him and he jumped back like a man being electrocuted.

"I'm sorry. Sansa, I'm sorry. I won't hurt you, I won't."

Her Master slipped off the couch and crouched down beside her, eyes still shut as she lay on the couch.

"Sansa's sorry Master. Sansa will be quiet and still." Her voice shook.

"What?" He was shocked, Petyr was actually shocked. "No. Sansa I promised you that no one would ever hurt you again, and that includes me." He sighed. "It's just you're so beautiful... but that's no excuse."

"Sansa... wants to please Master." She stuttered.

"No, Sweetling. That's not how it works. You're more than something to fuck." The two sat quietly for a time that could have been anywhere from five minutes to an hour, Petyr just stroking her soft red hair gently. When he finally spoke breaking the silence it was as though it was the only sound in the room. "Come on, bedtime for you I think. You'll feel better after some sleep."

Silently Sansa allowed her Master to fill his arms with her and carry his girl up the stairs and into the small bedroom he'd long ago dubbed Sansa's room, once inside he set her down and passed the young girl the shirt of his that she'd been sleeping in. Quietly she took the folded black fabric and put it on in place of her dress. Petyr knew that after what had just happened he shouldn't be in the room with her... but he wasn't a good man and so he let himself watch subtly. He helped her with the bottom button that she couldn't quiteget to shut and then guided the girl into bed for some much needed sleep.

"I want you to try sleeping all night in the bed tonight, okay Sweetling?" Sansa nodded, she'd obey his request rather than crawling under the bed again. "You know your Master's sorry right?"

"Yes Master." The redhead muttered.

"Don't just yes Master me because you think it's what I want to hear. You know I didn't mean to hurt you right?"

Petyr Baelish cared very little for what people thought of him, as long as he got what he wanted Petyr didn't much care, Sansa was different; for some reason he cared about what she thought of him.

"Sansa knows, Master. Master is kind... is good." She answered a little more firmly.

"You're the only one who thinks that, Sweetling."

Petyr turned to flick off the light and leave his girl in peace but that never came to fruition as the angelic voice of Sansa Stark filled the room once more.

"Would... would Master stay with Sansa?" She sat cross-legged in the bed with her hands around Copper in her lap and her eyes on her feet. "Just until Sansa falls asleep?"

How could he possibly say no to that? However, he couldn't quite believe that after what had happened downstairs on his couch and what that kiss had forced her to remember, that she'd want him with her. Still he couldn't refuse those blue eyes, even though they never met his green-grey ones.

"Does this mean you forgive me?" He asked and Sansa nodded. "Then of course, Sweetling. I'll stay with you."

Petyr tugged of his black pants and tossed them onto the light wood set of draws by the window before doing the same with his shirt and climbing onto the bed beside his darling Sansa. The girl lay down on her side with Copper pulled to her chest and Petyr just couldn't resist, he had to touch her. A strong arm slipped around her shirt clad waist.

She truly does make me different.