I blinked open my eyes to see the sunlight blaze through my foggy window. The glass was tinted with mist, but I could still see the brilliant blue sky above and something else- something new.

A light splash of water quickened my thoughts, and I turned away from my window, towards the water basin which often sat upon my desk. It was there that I saw Petyr dipping his hands into the frigid water, before he splashed it upon his face, letting the water drip down his nose and chin. He let the water swim around his luscious locks as well, smoothing it down with careful precision. He patted himself down with a grey towel, before he folded it neatly next to the basin, as if he had never touched it at all.

Petyr was still putting on his golden rings when I wrapped my arms around his sturdy frame, noticing the heat radiating from his chest. His doublet half-opened, allowed me to feel the deep ridges of his scar, the parting line that cut across his chest; it all felt so surreal to be feeling the rough folds of his skin at the break of dawn.

"Good morning, love," he breathed, before he leaned back further into my frame.

"Morning, Petyr," I hushed. I began to graze his neck with kisses. Petyr ceded, and allowed me to wander down the nape of his neck towards the hollowed crest of his collar bone. I trailed along his lines zealously, as if he was a precious monument made of pure ivory and gold. I worshipped him with a shower of kisses: taking in this seraphic being- this fallen angel, basking in the warm flavescent light. Grey-green eyes denuded me completely the moment he turned around to face me.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered, before his nimble hands took a hold of my waist and pulled me in. His kisses were hot and fierce, mad with passion, making my legs grow weak and a wetness pool between my leg. I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck aggressively and pressed myself closer to his chest, fully aware that I was still naked from the night before. Petyr was full of desire now, I could sense it by the way his hands wandered down my spine. He broke away to say in a strained voice: "Anymore of this and I'll have to bed you again."

"Then do it," I purred into his ear. My thumb grazed across his sharp jawline, feeling the sharp stumbles of hair threatening to grow in along his chin.

"What?" he said in disbelief. "What happened to that sweet, innocent girl that I once knew?"

I merely smiled at him, and pecked my lips lightly on his nose. If he wished to dissuade me he would need to try harder, for I was quite determined to have him again before the day was done.

"Where has she gone?" he asked, once I took hold of his hand and dragged him into bed.

"She's gone," I said bluntly, as I leaned back on the bed. Just take me already, I thought, as I bit my lips up at him.

"I've corrupted you," he drawled out with a hint of satisfaction in his voice. Petyr placed one leg upon the bed, while the other remained planted on the floor. He leaned forward with a thin wiry smile as his eyes took in my nakedness. "Seven Hells! Anymore of this and I will have no other choice but to bed you."

Petyr narrowed his eyes at me, as I curled my long auburn locks around my finger. "Sansa, don't make this any harder for me."

"Petyr," I purred, and sat up on my knees so I could arch my back forward. I let my fingers glide through my tousled hair before I let it fall down my chest and down my sides in a seductive manner. I finished it off with a coy smile and a come hither stare.

"Fuck," he said under his breath, before he looked down at the foe that betrayed him. His hardened cock could be seen through his trousers, it became worse once he realized I was staring at it as well.

"Petyr," I murmured, while rubbing the bed sheets in front of me in a tempting manner.

"Innocence lost," he mumbled under his breath. He lifted his head slightly in the air and he let his eyes squint a little while studying me; after a moment of contemplation Petyr stated, "You're a woman now, Sansa, a woman of experience."

"Yes- well- I have you to blame for that."

"This is just the beginning," he said in a curious tone. A mischievous smile suddenly appeared on his lips, causing unknown lines to crease across his face and small dimples to grace his cheeks. He stroked his short pointy beard while he mused aloud, "You have no idea what I want to do to you, Sansa. You have no idea how I want to make you feel." The rest of Petyr's words trembled on his lips, but the words were unsaid. He was too busy smiling at the fact that I snapped my legs closed and bit my lip down hard at him as he taunted me with the unknown. The aching pain between my legs was getting worse as he leaned forward and licked his lips slowly at me. "Unfortunately, now is not the time for such things."

He strode over to my desk to pick up his heavy winter cloak. After retrieving it, Petyr returned to my side and draped it over my shoulders with a tender kiss. "Come, I have something to show you," he whispered into my ear. He led me to my foggy window covered with the morning dew, and with one swipe of his hand he wiped it clean. He pointed out the crystal-clear window and instructed me to look through it. My eyes took time to adjust to the brightness but when it did I could see the open sea and land: rolling green hills and great white cliffs. Overhead a sea birds dove from the cliffs into the turquoise water, while hundreds of silver coloured birds fluttered gracefully across the blushful welkin. It truly was a beautiful sight to behold after weeks of not seeing anything but the sea.

"We've reached The Fingers," Petyr observed in a soothing voice. "We have a few more days journey until we reach home."

"Your home?"

"Yes," he said gravely.

"You're not happy to go home?"

"It's been over ten years now. A lot has changed."

"For the better?" I asked, while interlacing our fingers together.

"For the better," he concurred. He squeezed my hand affectionately to prove his words were true.

"I wish- I wish we didn't have to go to the Vale," I said in a small voice. "I wish we could just sail far away, and never look back."

"And where would we go?"

"I don't know. Does it matter?"

"No, sweetling," he said softly. His gaze had left the window and turned to me. "But you know that cannot be."

"Must we go?" I asked nervously. "Must you marry my Aunt Lysa?"

Petyr's face turned to stone. The perfect moment we shared together suddenly shattered to pieces at the mention of her name. It was the ghost of Lysa Arryn that stood before us now: sickly and etiolated, intent on destroying us both. Her wraith-like hands must have succeeded, for Petyr loosened his grip and let my hand drop back to my side.

"Of course, I must marry her," he said woodenly.

"Petyr, please," I pleaded, my fingers reached out to brush the tips of his fingers ever so slightly. "There must be another way."

"There is no other way," he said bitterly. He snatched back his hand and interlaced his fingers together, it reminded me of the small man I used to see at court. He's turning into Littlefinger, I thought, as he buttoned up the rest of his doublet and smoothed down the last of the wrinkles. He continued, "I will marry your Aunt Lysa, and in time, when I have enough influence over the Vale we shall take back Winterfell, and it will be yours."

"But, I don't want Winterfell!" i said with annoyance. "I want you."

"Sansa, I…" he halted, an inward struggle seemed to cleave to him. He stamped down his foot, as if he wished to crush a memento, an inward thought that seemed to plague him.

"Petyr, please!" I exclaimed. "If you love me… if you truly care for me then don't go."

Petyr abruptly took hold of my face and kissed me passionately, it was as if a madness had seized him. He flung off my cloak, and let his hand travel every inch of my skin. I pressed myself against his frame, telling him that I wanted more- all of him. Petyr suddenly broke his lips from mine and said in a said in a strained voice:"Sansa, I love you, more than you could ever know. But you must trust me."

"Petyr, I do…"

"… then allow me to marry your Aunt."

"I can't…"

"… you must!"

"No!"

"Sansa," he groaned. He kissed my lips again, pressing his face against mine, forcing me to open my mouth to let his tongue slide in. He was tormenting me with his kisses, and dominating me with his tongue. Already I was giving in, allowing his tongue to explore my darkest sphere, but something quivered within me like a restless spirit.

"Petyr, I can't!" I said bitterly. I broke free from him, and took a few steps away. His hands were still in the air, a great flush was still on his cheeks, and his eyes were elated with fire. He took a step forward, but I held him back. "No! Don't touch me- ever again. Your as good as married now, you said so yourself!"

"Sansa, please try to understand," he said worriedly. "You must see that this is the only way. I cannot give you what you ask for but…"

"… than neither can I," I interrupted. "Don't expect me to bed you anymore, Petyr!"

To prove my resolve, I snatched his coat off the floor and draped it over me. His eyes shall see my nakedness no more, I thought, as I wrapped his heavy coat around my slender frame furiously. Petyr was at once impassioned, a vehement outburst succeeded, in which he called out my name in so deadly a tone that it made my blood run cold. He took a step forward, insistent on breaking the boundary between us, but it was in vain, for an ominous strumming of strings above our heads struck us like an omen; the strings of a lyre rang throughout my room like a toilsome bell signaling the end- the end of everything.

Petyr opened his mouth to speak, but the words he would have said was drowned out by the Bard's ill-fated words, which sealed our fates inevitably. A handsome voice coming from one of the sailor's quarters sang out:

Under the sailor's deck, hidden from the sky,

Is a beautiful lass with pale blue eyes,

But she's locked away both night and day,

Till I start to wonder if she'll show ever her face.

Oh, what I'd do to see the lassie,

Oh, what I'd do to see her pale blue eyes,

This drink don't do any good, any good at all,

When there's a beau'ful lass on board.

And so, me and the lads come stumbling down,

And knock upon her door,

But the guards came to push us away,

Till we crashed upon the floor.

Oh, what I'd do to see the lassie,

Oh, what I'd do to see her pale blue eyes,

This drink don't do any good, any good at all,

When there's a beau'ful lass on board!

They say her hair is like fire,

They say her eyes are sapphire blue,

And so, night and day we linger long

To see if men's words ring true.

Then one evening we saw our Lord,

Step into the beauties room,

And he don't come out till the night is gone,

So, tell me lads, what should we assume?

Oh, we ask him to see the lovely lady,

We ask him if we could be introduced,

But Lord Baelish shuns us, and goes about his way,

Aye, he is a wicked man! Let the girl be his doom.

Oh, what I'd do to see the lassie,

Oh, what I'd do to see her blue, blue eyes

This drink don't do any good, any good at all,

If I can't see the beautiful lass on board!

The song abruptly ended, allowing a tense silence to fall between the pair of us. I turned away, hoping to avoid Petyr's searching eyes and to mull over the words that were just said. Do the sailors know what we had did last night, I wondered, and if they do, how will this affect Petyr and I?

I wrapped the coat around me tighter, wishing I could find some comfort in this awkward predicament. If Lysa finds out she will want my head on a stake, I mused. I knew very little about my Aunt, but her fanciful whims and eccentric behaviour was gossiped about in King's Landing. Many of them took pity on Petyr, but who better to marry such a mad woman than the King's money lender and master of coins. I let out a long sigh wishing all of this could be over, if only we didn't have to go to the Vale. I rubbed my hands together feverishly to calm my nerves, in a high-pitched voice I asked, "Do they know?"

"I don't know," he bellowed. "But I intend to find out."

"Oh, look who decides to show up," I said sassedly to Petyr, as he locked my bedroom door behind him. "Four days! Four bloody days since I've seen you last Petyr."

"Sansa, please let me explain."

"Please, do! I would love to know why you can just bed me and then not speak to me for days, as if I was one of your whores."

"Sansa," he groaned. "We've been through this already."

"Have we?"

"I know your clever enough to recall our conversation," he said. He puckered his lips at me, and let his eyes fall over my figure lustfully. "I believe it was the night I made love to you."

"Your unbelievable, Petyr!" I said, before I tossed my pillow lightly at his head.

He picked up the pillow and placed it under his shoulder as he strode towards me. He placed it in my hand and teased,"I believe you said it that night as well."

I could feel my cheeks burning under his lecherous stare. I placed the pillow flatly on his chest like a boundary between us, before I said warningly: "I'm not in the mood, Petyr."

"I hardly know what you mean," he said. He tilted his head slightly and raised his eyebrows in approval. I wondered when did we learn to speak with just our eyes, as I narrowed mine at him with relish.

"I meant what I said," I scowled, and hit him in the chest lightly with the pillow. "Your as good as married now. We can't do this again."

"This?" He echoed. He let his hands glide across the pillow until it reached my own, and then he rubbed the back of my fingers deftly.

"You know what I mean."

"Do I?" He said cunningly, before he tilted his head to the side. "You'll be happy to know that I don't plan on touching you for some time. We've reached The Fingers."

"I know I heard the sailors cheering this morning. Have we docked yet?"

"Within the hour," he replied. He moved the pillow off his chest and tossed it to the corner. Petyr closed the gap between us, before he mused, "You must become my daughter, Alayne Stone, the moment we leave this room. Can you do that for me?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"No," he breathed. The corner of his lips threatened to tug into a smile but Petyr suppressed it. "Not if you want to keep that pretty little head of yours."

"Well then, there is your answer."

He nodded his head in approval, before he made his way to my water basin. He plucked out a small cylinder tube from his sleeve and poured the black content into the water. The clear water instantly turned coal-black; Petyr pulled off his golden rings one by one while looking at me, and then he turned away to dip his hand into the murky water. He made dark ripples in the water with his finger, swirling the contents around until it looked the right consistency. He pulled out his hand and let the water droplets fall into the ebon-like water, before he picked up my grey towel and wiped his hand clean. "They call it Night Shade," he said cooly. "I use it on some of my whores to get the desired look."

"And that is?"

"Raven black hair," he replied non-chantly. "Similar to mine."

"Oh," I said uneasily, realizing exactly what he was impling.

"Let's get this over quickly for both our sakes," he said through gritted teeth. "You have no idea how fond I am of that shade."

"Oh, I do," I said teasingly, while I walked towards the basin. Petyr helped me stoop down to its level. I gasped the moment the top of my head hit the ice cold water, and shivered as Petyr splashed it all over my head. He dug his fingers into my scalp, forcing the Night Shade to blot out the last of the colour of my fine auburn locks.

He pulled my head out of the water after a few minutes and patted it dry with his deft hands, working the towel through my hair meticulously. He sighed, "You look like a new woman."

"Better?" I asked worriedly.

"Darker," he simply replied. He rung the wet towel into the basin and hung it up to dry next to me. He looked at his stained hands with annoyance, noticing how the Night Shade covered his hands past his wrists. "Always keep your hands clean," he mused, before he snatched a bar of soap to clean off his fingers.

"Your corrupting me, you know," I said, as I twirled my fingers round my jetty locks.

"Your a bastard now. You were born that way," he pointed out. He continued to scrub at his fingers as he said, "Put on your traveling clothes, and make sure you wear the thick boots that I got you. We have a long journey still, until we reach my home."

I unbuttoned my night dress in front of him while observing, "You don't seem pleased."

"How can I?" He sighed. "It's just one step closer to the Vale."