Twas the night before the premiere and Sansa could hardly sleep. Ever since that fateful evening she had not been able to focus on anything. Petyr did not talk to her save for anything work related as she had expected but some small part of her was crushed by it. She had given into him completely even if only for a moment.

Yet here she was, restless in bed and finding herself staring up at the dark ceiling whose images only revealed themselves to her when the lights of cars passed by on the road.

Lady was fast asleep at her feet and did not stir even when earlier she tossed and turned to try to find a position that might help her fall into that forgetful slumber. But was it entirely forgetful? Each night ever since she felt his mouth on her her dreams have only been filled with him. The first night was a dream of regret and running away. The next, she woke to wetness between her thighs with no recollection of what she had dreamt. The one after betrayed her inner battle by revealing her wanton side that even now she felt ashamed of.

Petyr was an idea, he showed her power and control yet she had none of it whenever he was involved. He had a certain strength over her that made it difficult to completely deny his silent temptations. Every touch she felt was a bolt of lightning through her entire being. Every look he gave made her imagine what sort of delights they could share together. Every word he spoke was a spell. Sansa oftentimes contemplated what would have happened if she were to never have met him. It was hard to say but she would definitely not be having so many thoughts so late at night that was a fact.

Sansa sat up in bed, she really couldn't sleep. Tomorrow was the big day and here she was going to be half dead by morning with the direction this was going. A great deal of coffee would be in order. She glanced at Lady who hadn't even stirred at her mother's movement. Sansa slowly crawled out of the bed and slipped on the fluffy slippers at her bedside and walked over to her robe lying on the back of a chair by the ornate fireplace with smoldering embers.

She shrugged on the robe and tied it loosely around her waist. With a single glance back at the bed she noted that Lady was still asleep. Good. She didn't want to stir the puppy for no good reason.

Sansa closed the quarters doors behind her and quietly descended the stairs to the workshop. She cracked open the door and checked inside, half expecting to find Petyr working away at his table but she found emptiness. All the dresses for tomorrow's show had been packed and cleared, save for one.

That cursed dress stood brilliantly alone in the moonlight filled room. The white fabric almost glowed with the white light behind it. Sansa walked through the door and closed it with as little sound as possible. She approached the dress, not daring to touch the thing. Seeing it again reminded her of all her memories of Petyr all at once. From the first day to now.

Should she walk on the runway tomorrow? Part of her entertained the idea of not going. Would she be able to survive if she just ran away? Would her father have been disappointed? Mother? She could see the disappointment on both their faces already, but would they be more disappointed by her actions with Petyr or by running away? Stinging warmth began to poke at her eyes at the thought. Why was this happening? Why was any of this happening? Either way she would have been looked down on by her parents. Either way she had walked down a path that would shape her regardless of what she did now. A tear slipped down her cheek and she finally allowed herself to touch the golden bodice on the dress of fate.

Sansa could not stay here. She had agreed to working with Petyr again next season but she didn't know if she could. She would be a fool to tell him no, he was her key to fame but she was afraid of what she may become if she let him taint her. Even in this relatively short period of time together she undeniably felt his pressures. Was she as strong as her father told her? Or was she just a silly girl?

She wrapped her arms around the mannequin holding the dress and hugged it. Sansa may never know the answers to her inner pleas but she vowed that she would never lose herself, even in this fabrication.

Sansa never noticed the man sitting in the corner of the room silently watching her. Her heart would not have been able to take it.

She wiped away the tears that had fallen down her cheeks as she released the dress. She loved it but wanted to destroy the damn thing. It was telling of her current situation even if she did not realise it.

Sansa walked slowly out of the room to return to her own.

Petyr gazed at the closed door, it was impossible to read his expression in the dark. Let alone, understand what danced behind his eyes.

The backstage was incredibly crowded with models, dressers, hairdressers, makeup artists, and anyone else needed in order to make a runway show run smoothly. They never did run as well as intended regardless of all the prep work made.

Sansa was in her own corner of the crowded space, workers were busily getting her hair and makeup ready. Her hair was getting curled and pinned up in a half elegant half messy bun. Her makeup was a smokey eye with the rest of her features pale. Betty helped fit her into a black and gold tube top gown that shaped her bodice and stiffly fell to the ground at her feet. Small red roses decorated the entire dress with the gold turning from ornate symbols into golden leaves as it descended into the skirt. A cape was being secured on her with the same pattern when Petyr walked up to her.

"Everything is running smoothly?" He asked quickly. Sansa would have thought he would be rather stressed right now but he looked as cool as ever.

She nodded.

Petyr examined her once the cape was fastened. "As we practiced, you will be opening the show. The rest of the models will follow and you will appear every tenth outfit to walk the runway until you present the final outfit." He smoothed out the cape and looked over her face to check her makeup.

Sansa might have pulled back in shyness if it weren't for all the stressful energy that surrounded them.

"Can you do that for me?" He spoke with his eyes hovering over her lips.

Without even thinking she found herself staring at his lips too. He pulled away from her and she let out a sigh that was dare she say, disappointed?

"Yes." She bit her lip and internally chastised herself.

"Good. I need to check on the rest of the girls. Do what you do best, sweetling." With that he leaned in and Sansa was ready to feel those lips on hers but his kiss was on her forehead and rather than comfort in what a kiss of that nature's purpose may be, she would have been better off not having received a kiss at all.

He pulled away and without thinking she grabbed his arm. She was afraid but not because of the fashion show that would be beginning soon. He raised his eyebrow and she released him without a word. Petyr eyed her for a moment but said nothing and left to attend to the other models.

Sansa stared at the palm of her hand with a heavy sigh. Now wasn't the time for her mind to become strange. She heard the call for the models to line up and quickly made her way over to the front of the line. She could see Petyr in the corner of her eye, looking over all the girls one last time. Sansa held her breath when she heard the music starting. She began to work her mind into that trance she always entered when doing a show. She didn't pay attention to Petyr or anyone else around her, this was finally her moment and hers alone. The curtain opened and she stepped out.

She was walking through what was designed to look like the main street in the historical quarter of King's Landing. Except it was created and dressed to look how it once did a thousand years ago. A false light made to resemble the sun warmed the red stone on the street as she walked past market stalls filled with fruits and vegetables. A blacksmiths forge emitted hot light with smoke. The music moved in beat with each of her steps. She couldn't see the audience in their darkness but they could see her clearly.

A stall full of flowers was at the end of the runway. She passed it and gave a pose to the audience, receiving a short applause before she turned and walked back down the runway.

As she returned to the backstage she was immediately pulled behind a screen by Betty and the woman began to undress her. Sansa wore no bra and had very sheer panties that blended in with her skin in order to make the dresses fit as seamlessly as possible. She was thankful for the screen that hid her from eyes, many models did not receive the luxury and even now none other than her had any sort of privacy as they changed. Another dress was being pulled up on her, it was not typical for the head model to appear more than twice in the show. Opening and closing. Petyr wanted her out on the runway as much as possible. It seemed fitting for an unconventional man.

The long sleeve black dress was carefully secured onto her body. The front was completely form fitting and the back was fully open with a diamond choker that draped down to the small of her back. Simple and elegant. Seductive and modest. Her hair and makeup were checked and she was quickly being pushed out to the curtain again.

Sansa waited for her cue before she entered back onto the runway.

The process repeated once that dress was done and she was being put into another. Her body ran through the motions and just as quickly as before she was back on the runway doing her walk. Everything was a blur until the show was nearing the end and she walked back to her screen to put on her last dress.

Her eyes widened at seeing the white and gold dress. Petyr, for the first time, was there too. She was not surprised to see it and knew that the day would eventually have come where she would have to put it on. She swallowed hard.

"Come on dear, we don't have time." Betty walked up to her and ushered her further behind the screen and began to undo her dress.

Petyr turned his eyes away as the dress fell to the ground and Sansa covered herself with her arms. Sansa stared at the dress, hesitant to let Betty put it on her. She glanced at Petyr who was still respectfully giving her privacy.

Sansa willed herself to step into the opened back of the dress and felt Betty pull it up. She slipped her arms through the loose sleeves and the plump woman was quick to begin lacing her up tightly. The white and gold dress was finally on her and she felt like a part of her had died. Or was it revived? It was strange how such a piece could have so much meaning and power. Maybe that's why Petyr created it. It wasn't so much a creation from his mind but a reflection of something he saw?

She looked up to meet Petyr's eyes. Something had changed in him too.

Betty finished the last lace and Sansa was ready to reveal a masterpiece to the world. Petyr approached her and she quickly glanced down to avoid his gaze. She felt his hand gently lift her chin so that she could meet his grey and green once more.

"You're so beautiful, Sansa."

She held her breath.

"Show the world what you have shown me."

He released her chin and took her hand to walk her to the curtain. They never broke eye contact and there was an electricity between them that made the night he touched her pale in comparison. But this wasn't lust. It was something entirely different. It terrified Sansa but she was under a spell. Petyr kissed the back of her hand and she shivered.

"Show them what you are."

He pulled away and a spotlight opened on her. She was blinded for a moment but quickly regained her bearings. With a new strength she stepped forward onto that runway and did what he told her. She showed the world what she was.

The dress was more of a dream than anyone including herself could imagine. The intense amount of detail in the bodice and flowing fabric kept one completely focused, trying to find each little piece but it was impossible. Sansa reached the end of the runway and paused longer than she did the other times. She posed but there was no applause. She wasn't expecting it and it threw her off her game. She glanced over the darkness shrouded around her. It felt strange staring into the abyss like this.

She turned and walked down the runway. She almost wanted to run to the curtain to get this all done with but she willed herself to keep her step. Anxiety filled her just as she reached the end and finally she exited into disguised comfort.

Petyr was there to meet her. He took her shoulders with a proud smile that shook off all feelings of negativity.

Quickly all the models began to walk through the runway again in the order they did before except this time Sansa stayed with Petyr. She smiled and he returned it. It was finally done. No more stress and a sense of freedom. As the last model left through the curtain, Petyr pushed her through and she did her final presentation with Petyr walking close behind her. The moment they entered back on the runway, a thunderous applause welcomed them.

They reached the end of the runway and the rest of the models lined up all along it, showing off the outfits. Petyr walked to the centre of the front and gave a short bow to the adoring audience. The collection was a success.

He walked to the flower stall and pulled out a hidden bouquet full of red roses and handed it to Sansa. He leaned in and whispered into her ear. "This is all because of you."

She looked at him with a surprised blush as she accepted the flowers and in front of everyone she watched him take her hand and kiss the back of it. The applause did not stop and the white noise tempted her to enter her own world with him but she was not allowed when the models began to walk off the stage and she and Petyr followed after.

Anyone with any importance could be found at the afterparty that Sansa roamed. Many complimented her as she passed and she quickly thanked them. She felt much more comfortable now that she was in jeans and a blouse. As beautiful and unique that Petyr's dresses were, they were not always the easiest to walk in nor the most comfortable.

She grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing by serving tray and took a sip. As expected, Petyr spared no expense.

As Sansa was considering if she should go try to find Petyr or not, Brienne walked up to her.

"Brienne! You're here!"

Brienne smiled, "I wouldn't have missed your show for the world."

Not only was the tall woman her agent but she was also her friend. She always made sure that Sansa wasn't going into any shady gigs. If only she knew how her current one had turned.

"I wanted to introduce you to Cersei Lannister." Brienne began as Cersei moved past her to present herself.

Sansa raised her eyebrow.

"I wasn't expecting to see you again." Sansa noted as Cersei walked up to her to shake her hand.

"I never miss Mr. Baelish's shows. Divine things aren't they?" She half smiled as she grabbed a glass of champagne passing by.

"This was my first show for him so I wouldn't know."

Brienne glanced between the two women. "I wanted to talk about your work for next season."

Sansa was about to tell her about Petyr's offer to keep her on when Cersei interjected.

"I want you to work for me next season."

Sansa's eyes widened. All her life she wanted to be a model for Cersei's clothes and it seemed unreal that it was at last being offered to her.

"Work with you? I'm not sure if I can-"

"Of course you can. I just saw it with my own eyes." The blonde woman was abrupt and short. Something about her made Sansa uneasy but she had an aura that imbued a sort of power.

"Well… Petyr- I mean, Mr. Baelish asked me to continue with him for next season."

Cersei laughed at that. "Did he now? Dear girl, don't fall for something like that."

Sansa tilted her head in confusion.

"It would look better for you to work with multiple designers, not just one. You don't want to look like you are only capable of doing work for one, do you?"

Sansa looked to Brienne for input but the woman seemed to be on Cersei's side.

"Let me talk to Mr. Baelish about it."

"It's not his business what you do." Cersei smiled.

"Yes… but I still want to discuss it."

Cersei didn't seem satisfied. "When I leave this party my offer leaves with it. You have until then."

She left the two women and Brienne gave Sansa a strange look.

"I didn't know that Baelish wanted to keep you on."

"I must have forgotten to tell you." Sansa took a quick nervous induced swig of champagne.

"Sansa… as your agent I needed to know. Cersei is right. It would look better for you to be able to work with multiple designers, not just one."

Sansa sighed, she knew her old friend was right but there was something holding her back.

"There is something different about you, Sansa."

Sansa avoided her eyes.

"As your friend, I think you should consider it."

"Thank you, Brienne."

The tall woman looked over her a moment longer before leaving her to her own thoughts.

Brienne was right but something was holding her back from accepting the offer right off. Was it guilt? Some kind of loyalty to a man who has shown her nothing but parts of herself she was afraid of? She had to find him.

He was drinking alone in the VIP lounge when she found him. Petyr seemed tired as he watched the crowd below. Sansa sat next to him on the comfortable leather couch.

"Petyr, I need to talk to you."

He didn't say anything and continued to drink from his cup, looking straight ahead.

Sansa sighed as she tried to find the words.

"I was uh- offered a job." She searched his face but there was nothing. "Petyr?"

"What kind of job?" He finally asked.

"Cersei Lannister wants me to join her next season."

He still showed no emotion. "I know."

"You did?"

"She told me earlier."

Sansa panicked.

"I don't think I should take it. You've done so much for me and I can't just leave you."

"Accept it."

"What?" Sansa's eyes widened. Was he already done with her? Was she not good enough?

"It's a great opportunity. Your career will grow from it." Petyr finally showed emotion in his eyes and it broke her apart.

Sansa grabbed his hand. "You don't want me anymore?"

He turned to her with a half smile. "I will never not want you, my muse."

Petyr leaned in and she expected him to kiss her but he stopped short. "Take the offer and leave."

It was a strange sensation to both have your heart stabbed and mended. Their closeness remained the same yet he did nothing. Sansa pulled her hand away and for a split second she wanted to kiss him but she resisted the urge.

She broke eye contact with him as she stood from the couch. She hesitated in stepping away from him but willed herself to do so. As she reached the door she debated if she should look back at him. She could feel his eyes on her and it felt as if she was betraying him. This man who had rattled her mind so much.

Sansa took a deep breath and left the room to go tell Cersei she would accept her offer.