~Elena~
Sansa was quiet again as I helped her wash up, walking around to tidy her room as I waited for her hair to dry.
"My Lady, what did Lord Baelish and you talk about that day at the pier?" I asked suddenly, tired of being kept in the dark. She flashed me a look through the mirror of her vanity a curious expression on her face.
"Why do you ask?" She spoke, her arched eyebrow raised in suspicion.
"I am merely curious. I want to keep you safe. I feel I can only do that if I know all there is to know." She smiled as she readjusted the corset of her purple dress, draping a sheer purple cloth around her neck.
"It was nothing really." She answered as I came over to brush her hair. It was my turn to raise an eyebrow then.
"I don't believe it." I spoke with a small smile as she looked at me again.
"He didn't want anything. He didn't. He just takes an interest because he loved my mother." She explained, which was news I chose to file away for future use should I deem it useful. I went over in my head, the look Lord Baelish had given her, as if he were already picturing her naked.
"Men only want one thing from a pretty girl." I warned as I began braiding her hair. She smiled shyly, shaking her head.
"Little finger is not in love with me." She stated as she stood, allowing me to help her slip on her long evening jacket.
"Love is not what he is after." I announced, knowing only to well what that look was, having received it on many occasions myself.
"He's to old." Sansa reasoned with a slightly disgusted look on her face as if she could never see herself with anyone that far along in age.
"They never see it that way." I spoke, deciding to put my little bird's skill back to use. I came to stand in front of her, tieing up the string on her jacket, smoothing out the wrinkles.
"He didn't ask you to do anything or spy on anyone?" I asked nonchalantly trying to coax some sort of information out of her.
"No, of course not." She spoke, though her voice shook slightly. I sighed heavily, wondering when the time came that she stopped sharing things with me.
"Should he ask you to do anything, try anything, or touch you without your consent. I want you to tell me okay? No excuses." I spoke as I fashion a pin to jacket. She smiled as if it was a joke.
"What will you do?" She asked as she looked at me, eyes filled with amusement.
"I will make it end." I stated, the darkness rubbing against my mind like a cat who craved attention. A knock came at the door before she could speak, stealing away her attention.
"Sir Loras Tyrell, my lady." Her ever present guard shouted at the closed door. Sansa's eyes grew wide with excitement as a smile stretched across her pretty face.
"Send him in." She squeaked before she began fussing with her hair. I shook my head, smiling at her childish excitement before going to open the door.
"Lady Sansa." Loras Tyrell greeted with a smile. He was boyishly handsome with curled locks the color of caramelized honey and eyes like the blue seas. His smile widened upon seeing Sansa and I could see the appeal.
"Sir Loras." Sansa greeted in return, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of scarlet.
"My sister, Margaery, and my grandmother, Olenna, invite you to take air with them in the gardens. May I escort you to them?" He asked as he offered her his hand. The happiness in Sansa's eyes warmed my heart, but I was still cautious, as I always seemed to be when confronted with people in high places. She wasted just enough time to spare me a hopeful glance before rushing over to take his hand. Please keep her safe. I prayed to the Gods as I watched them walk away together, before moving on to the next problem at hand.