SANSA

Sansa's mind had been filled with turmoil since she arrived home. She hadn't been able to focus on anything and had immediately gone straight to her room and lain in bed, even declining dinner. She touched her lips, her thoughts on what had transpired earlier in the truck, before her hand fell back down and she stared blankly at the ceiling, her mind still whirling.

The door to her room flung open suddenly without so much as a warning knock, and Sansa sat up to find Petyr standing there, an inscrutable mask on his face.

"What's wrong?" she asked him uneasily. There was an intensity about him that unsettled her. "Petyr, what happened?" she tried again.

He didn't say anything until he sat on her bed. "Come."

She sat up and edged to where he was. She didn't resist as he pulled her into his lap, his eyes boring into hers.

"You did something very worrisome today," Petyr said quietly, his hand reaching up to stroke her cheek.

"What did I do?" she asked, her heart starting to pound.

His eyes didn't break connection with hers as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her lips.

Sansa held herself still as she waited for him to finish and answer her.

"I heard that you were being naughty with a stranger," he finally murmured against her ear. "Is it the same man that dropped you off before?"

His eyes had darkened in a way that frightened her and she didn't know what to say. Her silence seemed to confirm whatever that he was thinking.

"I've been so patient with you, sweetling. Given you time. All the while you have been playing me for a fool and giving some other man your favors." His voice was icy and angry.

Angrier than she had ever heard it.

"No!" Sansa shook her head fervently. "Uncle Petyr, he kissed me. He pulled me onto his lap and kissed me." But her uncle wasn't listening as his lips crashed violently down on hers, stealing her breath away.

She felt her body being pushed down on the bed and then his weight was on her, crushing her, before it lifted and his hands started pawing at her. Touching and rubbing her all over before his concentration moved to her clothes.

Sansa felt overwhelming dismay as he started pulling her clothes from her body. The sound of tearing fabric filled her ears and she panicked; the scream that had built up in her mind exploding from her lungs.

"Please! Please!" her pleas were frantic as she flailed wildly, sobs ripping from her chest.

Her knees connected with his groin and he backed away, his eyes widening in horror. "Sweetling. I am so sorry."

Uncle Petyr sounded mortified, and her sobs calmed. She trembled as he approached her, but he only wrapped her up in his arms, holding her gently and murmuring, "sorry," into her hair. She clung to him needing comfort as she sobbed renewed tears into his collar.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered. "It will never happen again."

"Okay," her voice was small and ragged, but her mind was made up.

Sansa awoke alone in her bed the next morning, wondering if last night had been a bad dream. But the anxiety that filled her chest when she reflected on it assured her that it had been real. She quickly showered and brushed her teeth, before pulling on her clothes and padding out of her room.

Sansa could smell lemon cakes as she walked down the back stairs and allowed her nose to lead her into the kitchen. She was surprised to see Petyr occupying one of the island stools as the cook placed a platter with a mouth watering lemon cake down in front of him.

She forced away any lingering anxiety as she looked at the lemon cakes then back at Petyr. "Lemon cakes for breakfast?" she asked in surprise.

"I will gift you a lemon cake as big as this room if it will keep a smile on your pretty little face," Petyr told her.

She smiled as she walked over to him and gave him a peck on the cheek before she sat on one of the stools.

The cook cut a huge slice of the lemon cake and placed it in front of her along with a knife and fork.

Sansa couldn't keep the grin off of her face or the guilt out of her mind. I'm sorry Petyr. But I have to find Jon.