Meryn bent over Shae's body, his hand moving to her neck. "Dead…" he shook his head, "I knew this one, she was Lady Sansa's handmaiden in Kings Landing." He stood and turned to the man standing behind him. Did you see where the men had retreated to?"

The man shook his head, "as we arrived the last of the men fought us, we could not get any of them to speak to us."

"Seven hells!" Meryn stormed from the room, "care for the woman, Lady Sansa will want a proper burial for her!"

He then moved to the deck of the ship to survey the area around them. He then noticed another ship that had been docked, they had lowered their sails as well though. "Who does that ship belong to?" Captain Alian limped over to Meryn, he had somehow survived the ambush.

"I do not recognize that ship, they have their ramp up though. I do not see any way to board it without being noticed."

Meryn snorted a bit, "We'll see."

…..

"Don't do it Sansa!" Arya struggled to get free of her bonds. The men had tied her and the Hound together, then tied them to the railing of the boat.

"I agree Little Bird, don't let this rat trick you!"

Sansa looked to them, tears still falling from her eyes. She shook her head, "I already watched Shae die, I cannot watch you two die if I can stop it from happening." She then turned from them, "Lord Baelish, you give me your word they will go unharmed?"

He grinned lifting her hand to kiss it once again, "I give my word, your sister and your dog will be freed once you are my wife." He then looked over to Arya who had begun yelling again. "Someone gag the girl, I'm tired of her voice." He then looked to Sansa again, "no more formalities, call me Petyr." He then turned to the septon and nodded as Sansa closed her eyes, wishing it were all a dream.

…

"They have archers guarding the edges." Ser Meryn stayed hidden in the shadows as he looked to the ship. He could hear screaming on it and knew Sansa was aboard it. "We do not have much time." He turned to his men signaling for the archers. "Hit your marks! If any of you hit Lady Sansa it will be your heads!"

The archers then moved forward, aiming for the archers who stood the perimeter of the boat.

…

Lord Baelish had just placed his cloak over Sansa's shoulders when a loud commotion interrupted them. Suddenly three men fell with arrows in their chests. Lord Baelish quickly grabbed Sansa's arm and led her away from the edge, pushing her inside to his chambers. "We'll continue inside!"

Sansa turned in horror as Arya and Sandor were helpless to avoid any arrows. "What about my sister?"

"Pray they aren't struck!" Lord Baelish pulled her in as the septon followed, the cloaked man also followed so that they would have a witness. "Hurry up, I fear we will have guests to celebrate with us soon." The septon nodded and continued with the ceremony.

…..

Sandor had somehow managed to maneuver himself to shield Arya from the arrows, even though she argued with him about it. "Shut up girl, I won't let your sister lose another family member." He tried to struggle against the binds as the men were too distracted with the oncoming attack to pay much attention to him. "Can you reach my hands wolf girl?"

Arya wiggled her hands around slightly then nodded, "yeah I can, but there is no way I can untie the ropes."

He shrugged, "doesn't matter." He leaned down slightly and grabbed at a dagger in his boot, "use this, your hands are too small, I don't want to risk cutting one off."

Arya grabbed the dagger, carefully moving it to slice at the ropes.

"Hurry up wolf girl!" Sandor growled out as he had an arrow narrowly miss him.

"Shut up hound!" She growled back as she finally was able to make the ropes snap. "I don't know how you're alive anyway!"

He grabbed the dagger from her hand, using it to cut the rope from his body then freeing her as well. "Maybe I'll tell ya later." He then took her hand and began to drag her away though she struggled against him. "You want to save your sister don't ya?" She then stopped struggling, realizing he was taking her the way Lord Baelish had taken Sansa.

As they burst through the doors Sandor stopped dead in his tracks, he entered just as Lord Baelish took Sansa into his arms and placed a hard kiss against her lips, pulling her tight into his embrace.

"Get your disgusting hands off of my sister!" Arya wiggled free of the Hounds grip and ran at Lord Baelish, swinging her fists at him. The hooded man quickly stepped between them though, grabbing Arya by her neck and lifting her from the ground.

"No!" Sansa screamed out, Petyr still holding her as she struggled to run to Arya. "You swore you would not kill them!" She turned to him with pleading eyes.

"I did…" he laughed a bit, "I won't kill them."

Sansa's eyes widened in horror, she suddenly slapped him hard across the face, "you bastard!"

The hooded man threw Arya across the room, knocking her unconscious, then advanced on Sandor who was only armed with his dagger. He managed to push Sandor out of the room and back to the deck.

"Get the girl out of here…" Petyr held tight to Sansa as he looked to the septon, "I wish to consummate my marriage immediately." His eyes held a cruelty to them as he looked at Sansa. "Make sure there are guards outside as well."

The septon moved to pick up Arya's limp body and carried her out of the room. Petyr then finally released his hold on Sansa to move to the door, locking it tightly so that no one would be able to enter. "There can be no question of our marriage my sweetling."

As he walked back to her, Sansa backed away, "don't you touch me!" She quickly reached down to her boot and pulled her dagger out, "don't come any closer!"

….

While the archers distracted most of the men on the ship, Ser Meryn and a handful of his men climbed into small rowboats and came at the side of the ship. Each holding onto climbing spikes as they neared the ship.

"Be as quiet as possible, the element of surprise is what we need." Meryn warned the men, "most likely Littlefinger will have Sansa inside with him and heavily guarded." He then turned his attention to the ship as their boats stopped just beside it. "Good luck men, and don't die!"

Each man nodded as they began to use their climbing spikes, climbing the side of the ship.

…

"Is this a game sweetling?" Petyr chuckled as he moved towards Sansa, the dagger not worrying him one bit. "Can you even use that?" He quickly lurched at her, reaching for her wrist.

She quickly swung the dagger, bringing it across his cheek, slicing his skin open. But in his jump he had fallen into her, knocking her off of her feet causing her to fall backwards with a scream.

"Feisty, I like it!" He laughed as he reached up to his cheek, pulling his hand away to see the blood. "You should not raise a hand to your lord husband though." He grabbed her ankle, pulling her to him, this time grabbing her hand that held the dagger before she could swing it again. He then pulled the dagger from her grip and cast it aside, "now why would you want to hurt me after all I have done for you?"

Sansa screamed out as he moved to straddle her hips, "get off of me!" She struggled underneath him, his hands holding hers to her side.

….

Sansa's screams could be heard throughout the ship, causing Sandor to growl out as he fought with the hooded man. He had managed to grab a sword from a dead man beside him.

"You hear that Hound? Your precious Little Bird is about to give herself to her husband, and there is nothing you can do!" The hooded man laughed as he swung his sword, knowing that his words were angering the Hound, but also weakening him. "Soon you'll hear her screaming out in pleasure!"

"Shut yer' mouth!" Sandor swung with fury, his anger building up. "I will kill Littlefinger if he lays a finger on her!"

"Oh he will lay more than a finger on her, I guarantee that." The hooded man laughed as the Hound swung rapidly, missing with each swing. "And you'll have to listen to it all. Tell me Hound, were you dreaming of those sounds being for you?" He laughed as he brought down his sword, causing a gash to appear in the Hounds arm.

Sandor screamed out in pain but continued to furiously swing his sword, no longer giving the man the benefit of an answer he quickly moved to fight. Catching a glimpse of Arya appearing behind him he kept the man distracted. "You will die, trust me."

The man laughed but quickly screamed out in pain as Arya jumped on him, dagger in hand she sunk it into the top of his skull. "One thing I can agree with the Hound on." She then pulled the dagger from his head and jumped off of him as he fell to the ground. She then looked to Sandor as she heard another scream come from Sansa. "Quick!" They both then ran back to the room Sansa was in.

….

Ser Meryn had been climbing when he heard the familiar screams, the screams he had once caused. It caused him to stop for a moment, before quickening his pace. "The lady is in trouble, let's go!" As they climbed they found where her screams were coming from, luckily the quarters Littlefinger kept had a window large enough for them to fit through…

…..

Petyr had just ripped open Sansa's dress, making short work of her smallclothes with a grin. "Do not fight this my love, it will be pleasurable for you as well." He grinned as he ripped her smallclothes from her body, sitting back a bit to admire her bod for a moment. "How could I compare you to your mother? You are much more breathtaking."

Sansa screamed in horror as he ripped her clothes from her, she had struggled enough to force him to bind her hands to his bedpost. She now pulled at the ropes trying to free her hands as she begged him to stop. "Please! Not like this!"

He shook his head as he moved up to wipe the tears from her face, "I am sorry sweetling, but you must understand we cannot postpone this for anything. Your claim of the north will strengthen with our marriage, but our marriage will only be legal if we consummate it." He then leaned down and bit at her neck, harder than normal causing Sansa to scream out in pain.

A loud crash was heard but did not stop Petyr, figuring it was from the battle outside. His hands had moved to grope at her bare breasts while he continued to bite at her neck, leaving marks on her delicate flesh. He could hear Sandor banging at the door, trying to get in which caused him to laugh. He began to lower his hands when he felt cold steel against his neck.

"Lay one more hand on the girl and it'll be your head." Slowly Lord Baelish sat up, leaving an exposed Sansa laying helplessly on the bed. Her eyes widening at the sight before her.

Lord Baelish turned his gaze and grinned, "Ser Meryn Trant, now this is a surprise." He laughed as he stood from the bed, the sword still at his throat. "Now why would you be here in Braavos?"

Another man emerged through the window that Meryn had crashed through and quickly ran to Sansa's side, placing the blankets over her to cover her body before untying her hands. He then helped her stand from the bed and placed her dress around her. Though with it now torn it would not cover her as much as before, but at least it was clothes.

"I came by order of the King, I came to protect the lady." His eyes moved to Sansa who looked horrified at his words. "She will no longer be used as a pawn in a game." He then looked to the man who entered with him, "bind him."

Just then Sandor was able to bust down the door. He instantly stopped in his tracks again, seeing Ser Meryn with a sword to Lord Baelish's throat. "Trant, what in seven hells are you doing here?"

"Forget it right now, get the girl." He signaled over to Sansa who was still helplessly trying to hold her dress in place.

"She is my wife!" Petyr and lunged towards Sansa, but Meryn was too quick. With one swipe of his sword, Petyr's head fell to the ground as Sansa screamed out.

…

(((Dun dun dun…)))

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