A/N: So I decided to do things a little differently this week. Instead of a full chapter from one perspective, I wanted to do little vignettes of our 'other' characters so we can see what they are up to. I do not own any characters except for Cederic. Please review/favorite/follow and if you already have, thank you!
Littlefinger sat in the saddle with his back straight and was staring straight ahead. They had departed the inn Cederic had declared to have been the one he found Sansa in. The men spent some coin and Littlefinger managed to get the innkeeper alone with a pitcher of ale and carefully inquired as to the possible direction the lady was traveling. A few drunken answers and a slice to the man's throat did not leave Littlefinger any more knowledgeable as to their whereabouts than he did when he had left Kings Landing. Cederic began snoring and slumped forward over his horse, breaking the wiser man from his reverie. They had left the inn only a few hours ago and already Cederic was getting on his nerves. Trying to concentrate, Littlefinger pulled back his thoughts and reflected on what had been said, hoping he had missed something in the drunk innkeep's slurred speech. Someone must know what became of them. It is not every day a beautiful young woman such as Sansa Stark wanders through a small village. She has Cat's Tully red hair. Cat-.
He found himself daydreaming about their childhood together and smiled when he recalled the day he had realized he was in love her. Unfortunately, it was an unrequited love and soon the memory turned black as he pictured how her wedding in Winterfell must have looked. Eddard Stark took away everything I have ever loved or cared about. No matter what has to be done, I will get my revenge and Lord Stark will pay. Sansa is the key.
"Mi'lord, beggin' your pardon, but I am thinking we should stop soon. It is near nightfall and my ass is goin numb it has been slappin the saddle so hard. The last time this happened, I was riding away from a Braavosi whorehouse with, what was possibly, an entire army riding after me and my buddies. That was not the first time we had stolen from them and—"
"Enough, Cederic," Littlefinger said as he raised his hand and the men he paid to accompany him halted. "Please, no more stories for tonight." They had managed to ride in silence for only an hour and all he wanted to do was enjoy a quiet meal and then peacefully drift to sleep. We'll see if that happens. I can hear that man's voice even in my dreams.
"If you say so. Ah, that's for the best probably. Don't want to be running out of stories before we even catch up with Clegane and the Starks, eh?"
"Yes, something like that." Once he is no longer of use to me, that man will be as good as dead.
The group made camp and ate a hearty supper of rabbit stew and fresh bread as their captives looked on. Arya's stomach grumbled as she watched the dirty men tear off chunks of the flaky bread and dip them into the stew. "Don't think about food," Gendry said while looking at the ground. "If all you are going to do is stare at them it will make you even hungrier."
"Well what else do you expect me to do? Sit here and hope that they toss us some of that piss poor slop they gave us last night? If only I could get Needle back, I would fight our way through and you, me, and Hot Pie could make a run for it."
"Yeah?" Gendry asked trying not to laugh. "So you would go up against all those trained killers?"
"Well why not?" Arya's frustration was evident and she turned her full attention to Gendry and away from the stew. "I don't see you doing anything to get us out of here."
"That's true, but I also realize that I don't stand a chance if I escaped and they decided to pursue me. Besides, there's no way I am going to carry you as your short legs wouldn't be able to keep up!"
"Sometimes I really hate you Gendry."
Suddenly, another voice spoke up. "Well, what if someone were coming to rescue us?" Both Gendry and Arya turned towards Hot Pie. He had been relatively silent since witnessing the murder of his friend Lommy and the two were surprised that he had actually been paying attention to their conversation.
"Maybe," was all Gendry could manage to say, but both he and Arya knew that no one was aware they had been captured. If they did, who would risk their lives for a couple of boys headed to The Wall?
Having just received a raven, Catelyn ran all the way to Robb's tent with the message in hand. "Robb," she said while pushing aside the tent flap and obviously out of breath, "another message and it looks like Lord Varys' handwriting."
Robb jumped up from his papers and closed the distance between them. He anxiously tore open the scroll and scanned the contents.
To my friends in the North,
Be cautious. It has come to my attention that Lord Baelish wishes to find Lord Stark and the Lady Sansa himself. To what purpose, I couldn't presume to say. This message comes to you a little late, as I have had to make myself disappear, but I can assure you that he is already on the hunt.
Lord Varys
"Petyr? No, he wouldn't do such a thing," Catelyn said while grabbing her throat, still not believing that her old childhood friend was capable of such a thing.
"Mother, you forget that it was Littlefinger who betrayed my father and is the reason behind why they have had to flee Kings Landing."
Catelyn stepped back and remembered everything she had been told about Ned's imprisonment. How could he do this to me and my family? Her eyes took on a misty look and for a moment, Robb thought to reach out and comfort her, but then the tears subsided and Catelyn looked at him with a fierce determination. "Find him, Robb. Find Littlefinger and bring him to me. I want him here so when we get your father and sister's back, he will feel the full wrath of the North down upon him."