I know, I know, long time, no update, but I haven't forgot about it, and yes, I will finish this story. Feel free to comment how to want it to end, because I do take that into account as I continue to build this story. Anyway, enjoy this chapter lovelies, I will make a new one soon xx. Em.
Petyr's heart dropped into his stomach when he saw what was in Tyrion's hand; it was a blue day coat, Sansa's day coat to be exact. The look on the dwarf's face showed his emotion, without him needing to say anything. His eyes were bulging - more than usual, nostrils flared, mouth clenched. Tyrion was pissed.
Petyr feigned shock for a second, but then thought the better of it. He had a strategy. As Tyrion was storming towards him, he stepped back a couple of paces. Throwing his hands up, Petyr pretended to be beat. "Alright! Yes, Sansa was here" he said, sounding resigned. The dwarf's feet stopped and he went completely still. "Where. Is. She?" He said slowly, walking towards the man standing in the doorway. "I don't know" Petyr said plainly. Tyrion's expression turned into one of confusion. "But, you just said." Tyrion was interrupted by Petyr. "Yes, I know what I said, and Sansa was here, 4 days ago. She came in, hungry, and very tired. So I said she could stay, she bathed and ate plentiful; enough for two" Petyr smirked to himself. "The Lady Sansa only stayed one night. Not even a full night. When I awoke at sunrise the next day, she was gone. I guess she accidentally left it behind."
It was silent. The whole room was full, and not one person made a noise. Tyrion looked at Petyr, the voices in his head making a decision, almost loud enough to hear aloud. Suddenly, he stopped looking confused. Tyrion looked up at Petyr, took one step forward and opened his mouth to speak, but before words made an appearance, he shut his mouth, turned around and made to walk out the door. His ragged steps took him to half way across the room. Petyr was amazed by this, yet he also feared what Tyrion was about to do. He took a couple of quick steps towards the man walking away, stopped and yelled. "What are you doing? Where are you going?" A suspicious glint held in his eyes. Tyrion stopped, and turned his head back over his shoulder to look at Petyr. "I'm finding my wife" he hissed, and walked out the door, followed by the other men.
When the room was empty, Petyr let out a sigh. Did tyrion buy it? Was he actually leaving, or did he plan to come back with more people? Sansa. He needed to find Sansa. Petyr walked back out the door and back up the stairs. His solar. That was where she would be, Sansa often said that she felt safe there; he made a left turn, and climbed another flight of twisted stairs. To his right was the door to his bedchamber, and next to it, the one to his solar. He went through the left door, and opened his solar door.
Sansa was sitting on his chair closest to the fire, and turned her head as soon as the door opened. She was on her feet as soon as she saw it was him, and walked over. "Petyr, is he gone?" She was worried, it could have been potential war. But Petyr smiled and placed one hand on her now 7 month pregnant stomach. "Yes, sweetling, he is gone. For now." They locked eyes.