Petyr's plans will become a bit clearer in this chapter. perhaps we will see a wedding very soon?

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She could have died in that very moment and would have been glad to. Sansa tried to remove herself from her betrothed's lap, but Stannis kept a firm grip upon her waist, "Lord Baelish, we did not hear you knock."

Petyr did not look at Sansa, but simply looked past her at Stannis, "The door was ajar, your grace, I did not consider knocking an option at that point. But as I said, I had to see this for myself." He finally looked at Sansa, "I am somewhat disappointed in you, my Lady." Before more words could be spoken by anyone, he turned and left the room, leaving Sansa to worry. She was finally able to stand and looked down at Stannis,

"Did you see the look upon his face?"

Stannis nodded, "I did. It was the look of jealousy and of a coward."

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Petyr found her alone the next morning on the beaches. Sansa wore a pair of breeches and a corseted tunic with her long hair in a braid. When he found her, she was sitting crossed legged on a large boulder, watching Ser Davos and the other men fishing.

"Have you come to speak with me?"

He looked down at her and sighed, "What have you done, Sansa?" She looked up at him in confusion, "What do you mean?" Petyr grabbed her hand and shook it, "This! I did not leave you here to be courted by Stannis Baratheon, I left you here to live in safety until you could be with me!" Sansa ripped her hand from him and placed it over her heart, "Courted? Is that what you think this is?"

She stood from her place on the boulder and pointed at the castle standing tall above them, "You brought me here for protection and that is what he has given me. Stannis has made me an offer I cannot refuse, Lord Baelish, and I have accepted." Suddenly, all of Petyr's thoughts have become true; Stannis has claimed Sansa for his own.

"An offer?"

Sansa nodded, "Stannis has asked me to marry him, my Lord, and I have accepted." She showed him the ring, "Surely you must have known as soon as you saw it." His silence was maddening and Sansa hissed,

"As I said before, I will not be going with you."

Petyr simply looked at her, "Will he do the same to you as he did to Selyse?" Sansa had nearly forgotten about Selyse and her sacrifice. She bit her lip, "How-When did you find out about her sacrifice?" Petyr could not believe his ears; did she truly think him a fool? He was losing her fast and he needed to reel her back in. He spoke to her in a hushed voice, taking notice of Ser Davos looking their way in the background.

"You forget who I am, Sansa. Look at you, you don't realize what you are getting yourself into. How safe can he keep you when the Lannister's learn of your marriage to him? Dragonstone is not the Vale, you will not have your Aunt's army, and Stannis owes gold to many."

Sansa thought of Joffrey and she shook from chills, "They don't know I'm alive-"

Petyr shook his head, "You are a stupid child." He turned and began to walk away from her and Sansa finally found her courage once more, "I am! I am a stupid child and by being so, I am learning to be a smart Queen." Petyr paused and she continued, "I love him, Lord Baelish. Is that what you want to hear? I agreed to this marriage to not only be safe or to be a Queen, that barely matters to me now, I have fallen in love."

"You are a child."

He looked back at her, "Sansa, please, return to the Vale with me, I will be able to teach you so much more than he ever could…"

"You don't want to teach me anything, Lord Baelish. I know what you want and it's exactly what I am to give my future husband."

Ser Davos walked over in that moment, "My Lady?" Sansa took his offered hand and stepped down from the rocks, "You are welcome to stay one more night, Lord Baelish, but you must leave tomorrow." Ser Davos looked at Petyr and led Sansa from the beaches and back to the castle, leaving Petyr in the sand and wind below.

For once in his lie, Petyr felt defeated and drained. He leaned against the boulder and began to think, "My heart has turned cold and I can feel it in my throat. The child he once knew, the girl that reminded him so much of Cat, was disappearing before his eyes. The Stag has the young wolf cornered and soon she will be his. Sansa was only meant to stay until Lysa and the Vale were his and now he has returned for her to find her with a silver ring on her finger. Stannis could not help her reclaim the North like he could, no, he was so close now, all he needs is Sansa. He could rid of Lysa so fast and Sansa would take her place as his wife, and together they could move North with the Vale behind them, an army of thousands. What could Sansa see in Stannis? What does he see in her?"

Petyr looked up at the castle and straightened, "I must speak with Stannis."

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"She claims she loves you, yet Sansa once loved King Joffrey."

He took his seat before Stannis, "You can see what that got her." Stannis stared at Petyr and questioned,

"Did you not bring her here, telling me your intention was for her to be my gift?"

Stannis heard nothing from Petyr, so he continued, "What could be better than Sansa marrying me? I have claim to the Iron Throne as the true heir. She would become Queen of the Realm, be protected by thousands, and would give me the heirs I need to keep the Baratheon name in Kings Landing for years to come. Did you expect her to marry you?" He stood and looked down towards the ocean below, "She will stay here and marry me, Lord Baelish. You cannot stop me." He looked back at him and saw that Petyr was nodding, deep in thought,

"Could this work? Stannis and Sansa marrying and ruling the realm could be a good thing, but this scenario is difficult to swallow. I will lose her as my own bride, but the King is in my debt for bringing her to him, giving him this unexpected betrothal. Anything can happen in the future, unexpected accidents, battles, something Stannis could possibly not return from, leaving Sansa to be claimed once more."

"Perhaps I cannot stop you, your grace, but I do believe we can come to an agreement in some way."

The King eyed the worm before him and frowned, "What do you mean?" Petyr smirked,

"You owe me."

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Sansa sniffed and wiped her eyes, "I hate him." Her handmaiden sat by her and whispered, "I know, my Lady, but-"

A knock came at the door, "My Lady?" Ser Davos spoke through the door, "I have a note from Lord Baelish." Sansa huffed and rolled her eyes, "I don't want it!" Ser Davos said nothing as he slipped it under the door and walked away, the sliding note catching the handmaidens attention. She handed it to Sansa, "Read it, my Lady, perhaps it is good news?"

She stood and left her Lady alone to read the note and Sansa sighed and slowly opened it.

Your wedding will take place in two nights.

I've only wanted to see you happy.

-LB

The note dropped from her hand and all that could be seen was the back of her nightgown disappearing in the doorway.

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I hope you enjoyed. The wedding will be in the next chapter, most definitely. Wedding night coming soon! YES! Thanks to a dear friend for helping me with this story.