Sansa had just gotten out of the shower and wrapped herself in a fluffy blue bathrobe when her mother stormed into her room. She spotted Arya as she headed into her own room looking as though she were hiding lest she anger their mother as well. Sansa's attention only snapped from her sister when the door closed and Cat threw a letter into her lap.

"What is this?" Catelyn demanded.

Sansa slowly picked up the letter and read the envelope, it was addressed to her and Sansa didn't see a problem, or at least not until she read the return address. Dorne University, Sunspear, Dorne. Sansa's blue eyes went wide, Petyr had kept telling her to apply so she had after a few months. She'd written her letter and had Petyr read it over before she'd sent it off. Sansa had doubted her grades would be good enough for a university like Dorne, people always fought to get a place.

Inside the redhead suspected to find the 'we are sorry to inform you' letter, even after Petyr had asked Oberyn Martell to put in a good word for her.

"We've had this conversation before, Sansa, you are not going so far from home, especially to such a sinful place."

Where her mother had quite gotten that idea from Sansa didn't know, yes crime rates were higher in Dorne but not excessively so.

"I want to go, I've always wanted to go so I had to try. They're going to say 'no' anyway, but I still had to try. I have KLU as a backup."

Her mother glared at her while Sansa opened the letter which thankfully Cat hadn't opened it; the letter had probably only just arrived. Sansa's eyes raked over the black letters with a sense of trepidation, then suddenly her eyes lit up with excitement. Cerulean orbs scanned quicker to the point she completely forgot Cat was staring at her.

"I got in!" Sansa beamed. "They accepted me!"

Then her mother brought everything crashing down. Robb hadn't been allowed to go further than KLU either, she' not cared so much about Jon but that was a whole other story.

"Well, now you have to write and apologise for talking up their valuable time." Cat folded her arms over her chest.

Sansa wanted to go, Petyr had encouraged her and made her so happy. She'd been accepted months early, she was going no matter what Cat said.

"No!"

"You do not speak that way to me, Sansa Stark. I raised you better than that. You're going to Kings Landing University like Robb and that's final."

"No!" She repeated. "DU is a good university and KLU haven't even considered me yet. I've always wanted to go to Dorne, you know that and I'm not going to give that up just because you say so."

"Lower your voice, Sansa." Her mother growled. "I don't know when you became so insolent and sinful but we pay for your schooling and you're going to KLU, they have a wonderful religious program and this way you don't have to leave home."

"So that's it, go to the university you choose or no education? Not very Christian of you, Mother."

If looks could kill Sansa would have dropped dead. "How dare you! I have always had your best interests at heart, Dorne is nothing but trouble. The Devil rules it and I will not let you go to such a hotbed of anarchy."

Sansa shot to her feet, had she not had a towel wrapped around her head and a fuzzy robe on she'd have looked formidable.

"You've never even been! It's not the cesspit you've decided it is! Jesus Christ-" Cat cut her off.

"Don't you dare! You apologise this instant, Sansa Stark. He died for our sins, you have no right to take his name in vain."

Sansa sighed, she really was in trouble now and there was no getting out of it. She practically deflated and flopped back down onto the bed as strands of wet red hair fell loose of the towel.

"I'm sorry." It was easier to just say she was sorry.

"I should think so. You've been getting more and more disobedient as of late. Since I let you start that tutoring program. Well, it stops now."

Sansa's eyes widened with horror.

"What?! No, you can't."

"Yes, I can and I have."

With that Catelyn stormed out of Sansa's bed room leaving the teenager alone on her bed crying; she wanted Petyr. He'd make all her pain go away. He always did, always knew just what to do. After a moment Sansa launched at for her phone and called him, it wasn't something she did very often, Sansa normally went to him but she needed him now! Fortunately he answered after the first ring.

"Sweetling?" He asked with a hint of concern. "What's wrong?"

"Daddy... she said I couldn't see you. I need you Daddy. Please, Daddy." Each word was punctuated by sobs.

"Hold on, Kitten. Daddy's coming."

There was genuine worry in his voice, he stayed on the phone with her trying to get as much information from his girl as he could. The redhead heard the elevator ping, the door to his Aston slam shut and the engine roar to life over her tears. Sansa felt as though her Mother was just trying to hurt her but Petyr's words soothed her as he drove; didn't change her need to be in his arms. Needed his scent and comfort.

After about ten minutes of constant words of gentleness Petyr suddenly hung up, Sansa called out for him but no response came. Her hears came forth anew. The phone slipped from her hands onto the bed with a dull thud... and then there was a louder one. Cerulean orbs flashed up to her window just in time to see the older man clambering inside. As soon as he was in Petyr straightened his sleeves and sat down beside her. Sansa clung to him, tears soaked his lapel.

"Shush, baby girl. Daddy is here."

Slowly Petyr pulled the towel from her hair and tossed it behind them, the red locks were still moist but the feeling of his large hand running through her hair was so perfect. He must have broken every speeding law there was to get to her so fast and she was thankful for it. To know that when she needed him her Daddy would come running.

"Tell Daddy what's wrong. What about Cat and Dorne?"

She'd not really made much sense on the phone but now that Petyr was there she felt so much better and actually calmed down a little. Sansa clung to Petyr for dear life and took such pleasure in his touch, his scent sent all the bad away.

"Come on, Sweetling, tell me." He encouraged softly and Sansa took a breath while he wiped away her tears.

"A... a letter came from DU. Mom saw it and started saying I wasn't allowed to go but I really want to so I said I was going anyway and she started yelling." Sansa told him in a single breath. "She said I couldn't go to 'tutoring' anymore. I want to see you."

Petyr pulled her closer, flush against his strong chest.

"I know, my darling girl, I know. I love you."

"I love you too." She said through the tears, just being near Petyr had turned her sobs from rivers to small hiccups.

"Daddy will think of something, don't worry. Nothing can keep me away from you."

Sansa knew that was true, nothing had ever kept him from her before other than when she'd told him to stay away and even then he'd kept popping up.

"Promise?" The redhead asked as she all but climbed into his lap.

"Of course I promise, my love. We've been playing this game since you were fifteen, Sweetling, your mother won't stop us now. It's just a few months more and then we can do whatever you want. Just seventy-six days more, not that I'm counting down."

Sansa chuckled at that and wiped away yet more tears. "Will you whisk me out of the house on my birthday and take me home? Flash my father the Petyr Baelish trademark 'fuck you' expression?"

Petyr smirked. "If that's what you want, Sweetling. You know Daddy's girl gets whatever she wants."

Sansa snuggled closer into his chest, she'd never really been good with change but this was one she wanted – craved – desperately. Yes, she loved her parents and her siblings but she couldn't cope with the way of life that had been forced on her much longer, she wanted to go home with Petyr, wanted to study at DU. Baelish held her close and wiped the last of her tears away before he pressed a loving kiss to her temple. She smelt of coconuts. He longed to rip the robe from her body and gaze at her naked flesh but he couldn't, she needed him to comfort her in that moment not pound her into the mattress while her mother was downstairs.

"You stood up to your mother, you should be proud of that, Kitten." He told her softly.

When Sansa spoke it was into his suit clad chest. "But she won't let me see you."

"She doesn't choose if you see me or not, I do. I'm your Daddy and I make the rules." Petyr pressed another kiss to her temple. "What are you?"

"Yours, Daddy."

"That's right, Sweetling."

The man with ash at his temples was just about to pull Sansa into his lap fully when the found of footsteps marching towards the door reached them, in an instant Petyr freed himself from his redhead and dove under the bed. A half second later Cat walked into the room and Sansa found herself with a sense of deja vu.

"Who are you talking to?" Cat's brow was furrowed.

"No one." She lied smoothly.

The older redhead let out a little hum that said she didn't believe her daughter and then locked her eyes on Sansa's cellphone.

"You're grounded for the way you spoke to me. Give me your phone."

Sansa had been expecting something like this, it was her mother's go to, if she or one of her siblings did something she didn't like they were instantly grounded. To be honest Arya spent most of her life grounded but it never seemed to stick; Arya could get away with just about anything. Sansa couldn't even have one questionable age play focused relationship with a man twice her age and who may or may not have killed people without getting grounded; okay, maybe that was a push. Catelyn glared at her daughter expectantly but Sansa wouldn't apologise, she'd done nothing wrong.

"I expect better from you, Sansa. What sort of example is this for your brothers and sister?"

With that the door closed and Sansa was alone with Petyr once more. He popped up from under the bed and pulled her to him, he'd expected her to cry again but instead she vibrated with anger.

"Why does she have to ruin everything?!"

Baelish had loved her once, thought the sun rose and set in her eyes but then she'd really started with the whole religion thing and changed. The Catelyn he'd loved was dead. Didn't matter, Sansa was far more beautiful and much more like him than Cat had ever been.

"Oh, Sweetling. She just doesn't understand you, doesn't realise you can't breath here and doesn't want to acknowledge it. Everything will be alright, I promise."

Sansa looked up at him, cerulean met green.

"Seventy-six days."

Petyr nodded. "Yes, seventy-six days, my love."

He meant that, the second Petyr could legally have her he would, she'd be his and not a damn soul would be able to do a single thing about it. It would be just him, her and Lady. Sansa would go to Dorne University, he'd run his slowly growing empire, he'd dress her in the shortest skirts and most expensive shoes he could find. It wouldn't be like he'd imagined before Sansa had run away to live with him, it would be better. She'd truly be his. Maybe he'd give her a job at his club.