A/N: So, I don't really plan out my stories. I don't usually have an endgame in mind when I start and just let the story lead me where it wants to go. I had no idea when I sent them to the Godswood that Bran would pay them a visit. But it fit perfectly... Especially since they were semi conspiring against Jon. I'm just as excited to see where this goes as those of you who are following this are!

Thank you everyone for your kind reviews! I PM everyone I can, and for those who write one as a guest, I read what you write and it is an inspiration to continue. Good and bad. Though no one has said anything negative... Yet! Lol

Also, I am having trouble setting a break in the chapters for different sections. I type them up and they are there before I submit the chapter. But disappear when I post it to the story. IDK what I'm doing wrong. So I apologize when it harshly goes from Sansa doing one thing to Petyr doing another in another part of Winterfell or wherever. I do attempt to make it more obvious. Oh well, y'all are a smart bunch. You can figure it out quickly. ;) This chapter is kind of fluffy. I still hope y'all enjoy it! Let me know what you think!

Chapter 10

Petyr and Sansa sat on a log deep inside the woods. He reached for her hands folded nicely in her lap. "My dear, are you alright?" He asks, placing one of her hands in both of his. "I guess I just never truly thought that all of Old Nan's tales were true. The White Walkers, dragons, warging. They aren't just fairy tales, they're all real." She says astonished.

"What do you think he heard? Can he understand us when he's in an animal like that? Does he understand our words?" She asks.

"From what I've gathered over the years, yes he can. He can understand everything he hears while inside an animals mind. That and he can control the animal as well." Petyr tells her.

"But then he could have heard us!" She exclaims. "He could have heard me telling you my plans. Plans that include Jon. Possibly going against him!" Panic rose in her voice and she started to panic. "What will we do Petyr?" She questioned him, her eyes frantic as they looked into his.

He thought for a moment before he spoke. "My love, it will all be ok. We don't know how long he was there. And if he happened to hear everything we said, there's not much we can do about it until Jon returns with Bran. There's no telling if he'll actually tell Jon. And you didn't threaten him. You said specifically that your would not dethrone him. It will be ok little wolf. Have some patience. Ok?" He said trying to calm her nerves.

Sansa took a steadying breath. He was right. There was no need to get all worked up over something she could not control at this time. If there was even anything to control. She wanted some time alone to think about everything so she told Petyr "I am getting a chill. Do you mind if we head inside? I'd like to bathe and pick out something warm to wear to bed before I come back to your chambers this evening. That is, if you'll still have me." She says batting her eyelashes at him. Flirting with her betrothed.

"Of course my love, I meant it when I said that I would enjoy having you in my bed every night from here on out. Let us go back inside. You can see to your matters and I can attend to a few I have of my own." He said standing and offering her his elbow. She took it and let him lead her back with in the gates. She leaned over to kiss him on the cheek before parting ways for a few hours. "I will meet you in the hall for supper my Lord?" She asks. He bows and grabs her hand to kiss it and says "That would be most pleasant my Lady." And he watches her as she turns and heads to her chambers.

Once alone in her room she lays back on her bed and closes her eyes thinking through everything. This week has been so full of twists and turns. She wished everything would slow down a bit so she could catch her breath. The battle, Ramsay's death, her and Petyr, Jon being King, Bran being alive, Jon being her cousin... It was all so much and in such a short time. Jon wouldn't be home for a few weeks so hopefully she could take the time to steady her feet on the ground. Only she was getting married, maybe. Well, she was. The maybe part was on how soon it would be happening. But the more she considered it, the more she agreed with her thinking that it would be most prudent if she were to marry Petyr before Jon returned.

There was a knock at her door. "Come in." She called.

"My lady, I heard you were back in your chambers. Is there anything I can do for you?" Ingrid asked.

"Yes, I'd like to take a bath and wash my hair. Also, while I bathe would you mind setting out a proper night gown and dress for tonight. I'll wear whatever you choose for me for dinner tomorrow as well. I'll be staying the night with Petyr again. Probably every night from here on out actually. But I think I will have him move into my chambers, seeing as they are the largest in Winterfell." She said.

"Yes my Lady." Ingrid curtsied and left to retrieve water for her bath.

Petyr watched Sansa as she walked inside the castle. He reached into his pocket and withdrew a tiny flower he had found by the log he and Sansa had been sitting on. It was small, no bigger than a fingernail. But it was winter after all. It's not as if there were fields of blooms outside the castle walls. He made his way to the kitchen and immediately found his little bird. She blushed at the sight of him.

"Hello little bird." He purred at her. "How are you this evening?" He asked her, leaning on the counter with his right elbow to appear more approachable.

Nervously she replied "I am well my Lord." She turned redder still. "Congratulations." She murmured. He could sense the jealous tone behind her words. Good. Jealously he could work with.

"Thank you my dear." He chose not to elaborate, not wanting to break the bond he was only beginning to form with this new little pawn. He smiled sweetly up at her and she soon forgot her jealousies. He reached forward, lightly rubbing the fabric of her long sleeve between his thumb and forefinger but only briefly before looking into her eyes. "If you knew anything, heard anything, that you thought would be to my benefit knowing, you'd tell me wouldn't you, little bird?" He asked, leaning in closer still.

Her mouth fell open and she was momentarily at a loss for words. She was young and had not yet received any attention from a man. Yet here was one of the highest ranking men in the entire North and he as flirting with her. She knew he was betrothed to Lady Sansa and she knew they were intimate. Most of the castle knew by now. They were not very quiet. She wondered how it would feel to have his hands on her. To have him make those noises come out of her instead. He leaned his head forward a fraction more, raising his eyebrows. He was expecting an answer. What was the question again? Oh, right. "Of course my Lord, I would tell you anything you wanted to know." She promised.

He smiled at her, "Good. I am glad to hear it. Until that time comes, would you mind bringing a few of those delicious lemon cakes you made to my chambers later this evening? Lady Sansa does love them." He said. He did not want her thinking he'd abandon his faithfulness towards his Lady so easily. Best to keep her guessing. Her face fell at his request. She was obviously displeased to be reminded he was already promised to another.

"Yes my Lord. I'll have them brought up as soon as I make them." She said, her eyes downcast.

Using his index finger he tilts her chin up to look into his eyes. "I would prefer if you brought them yourself." He said and turned her hand upward, placing the small flower in her palm. "For all your trouble little bird." He says and gently closes her fingers over the flower. He then turns and walks out of the kitchen without a backwards glance. She was back on the hook. He smirked to himself. Sometimes he even impressed himself. He shook his head in mock regret though, for he knew that by the time the little wench came to his chambers Sansa would already be there, and hopefully in a state of undress. He did love toying with his little birds.

Petyr went back to his chambers to read any scrolls that may have come in for him and found nothing of much importance waiting for him. He bathed and changed into one of his more simple outfits. He still wore his overcoat and nice pants and high necked undershirt. This one was just void of any fancy stitching. Solid black. He pinned his personal sigil and favorite pin, the Mockingbird pin, at his collar like he always did. After seeing that he was dressed and hair was impeccable he headed out to meet his Lady Love in the hall.

Sansa had left her hair down after her bath, not pinning or braiding a single strand. Long loose waves rippled down her back. Petyr thought she glowed as she stood in the middle of the room in a simple but very flattering emerald green gown. She was laughing and talking with Ser Davos and Lady Mormont. He stood back by the door and watched for a moment. She was in her element. Jon did well enough while conversing with the people he ruled over, but he was more suited to brooding in a corner or talking of battles and the such with a bone cup of ale in his and and surrounded by fellow Kinghts of the Watch and Free Folk. He didn't take to being King as easily as Sansa would to being Queen. As he's noted many times before, she was made for being Queen. Bred and raised to rule. Not only was she appealing to the eye but she was charismatic and charming. And she had a knack for politics. Years in Kings Landing and being by his side had taught her many useful things.

He walked towards his bride to be and everyone stopped talking as he bowed to her and reached for her hand. She blushed as she gave it to him and he kissed her fingers. "You look ravishing my love." He said to her.

"Oh, keep it in your pants." A passing Wildling mocked. Sansa playful smacked his arm and teased "Lord Baelish, your words do fluster me."

"My apologies Lady Stark. That was not my intention, in public anyway. In private however..." He trailed off, raising one eyebrow. Playing the game with her. She let her head fall back and she laughed loudly and wholeheartedly. It was the most exquisite sound he had ever heard. He couldn't recall her laughing so genuinely ever before. He promised himself right there that he would make more of an effort to recreate that sincere feeling of joy in his Lady as often as he possibly could. She turned and walked towards her seat at the head table. When he didn't follow, as he was still mesmorized by her beauty, frozen in place, she turned and asked him "Are you joining me my love?" That was the first time she had ever called him that. And she did it in public no less. Many ears heard the term of endearment. If she didn't watch her haughtiness she would soon find herself bent over the table for all to see.

After supper they went back to his chambers and found her things already set up at the chair by his desk. He smiled at the dress, happy that she was already so comfortable with him. Things surely had changed in a short amount of time Petyr mused to himself. He wouldn't change a thing that had happened, but it was rather quickly, even for him.

Sansa sat on the edge of the bed and laid back, staring up at the canopy. "I am so full." She said, rubbing her stomach. She had eaten more than he had ever seen her eat in one sitting. She was underweight after months of torture and poor diet while living with the bastard Bolton, he was glad to see her finally putting on a little weight. She could stand to gain about 15 pounds while still maintaining her figure.

"Petyr." Sansa called as she stayed starring up above her. "Yes my love." He replied as he was taking off his garments. "I was thinking, my chambers are larger than yours. Than anyone's really. When we marry you should move into mine, instead of me in yours." She said. "That sounds like a fine plan." He answered. Good, she thought to herself. One down, one to go.

"Petyr darling, I have one more thing I'd like to discuss with you. If you're up for it." She said sitting up. He looked to her face to try and gauge how serious a matter it may be. She didn't look too grave, so his shoulders eased with relief. "Of course Sansa, what would you like to speak about? But let me help you out of that dress as we speak. No need to keep you uncomfortable for longer than is necessary."

She nodded and walked to him, turning around and moving her hair over her shoulder so he could have acces to the buttons at her back. As his fingers worked on her dress she started speaking "I would like to get married soon. I was thinking in two days time. I wanted it to be official before Jon reaches Castle Black. Just in case." She whispered the last part mostly to herself, but he had heard her.

He eased the dress off her shoulders and down her body. After she'd stepped out of it he draped it over the chair and reached for her wool night shift. She had taken off her underdress and placed in on top of her gown. "It is hard to tell a beautiful naked woman no on any matter." He praised, his eyes lazily roaming over her body. He held out the night shift and helped her into it. The fire needed to be stoked and the room was rather cold. He'd have her dressed now, and not once they were under the furs in a little while.

"Did you want to move up the date because of the crow?" He asked her finally.

"You mean Bran?" She asked, cocking an eyebrow. "Yes my love, I mean Bran." He replied.

She looked down shyly and said "You don't think me a coward do you? For wanting to be married first, just in case he heard what I said and tells Jon?" She was worried he would think her a silly girl again, like he had before he'd married her to Ramsay.

He walked to her and wraped her in his arms. "No my love," he consoled her. "You are the bravest woman I know. I could never think of you as a coward. Wanting to be married before Jon reaches the Wall is a smart move. A great political one. And one good for your heart. We must not forget about your heart my little wolf. You are thinking of your well being and protecting yourself against all outcomes. That is what a smart Queen does." He says. There's a knock at the door. Ahhh, right on time. "Wait here my Lady, I have a surprise for you."

Petyr walked to the door and opened it only half way, leaving Sansa hidden. There before him stood the little pawn. She had washed her face and combed her hair. And by the looks of it she had also changed into a clean apron. Internally he shook his head at the young servant. She was a pathetic little one. "Hello." He said, nodding his head to her.

"I- I brought you the lemon cakes my Lord." She stuttered and flushed deeply. When she looked down at the small basket in her hands he rolled his eyes. And right on que his lovely Lady walked to the door and opened it further. "Did I hear lemon cakes?" She asked excitedly and clapped her hands when she saw the basket in the girls hands. "Oh Petyr, did you have these brought up for me? You simply are the best." She was bouncing with excitement as she leaned up to kiss him on his cheek. "Thank you my love." She said to him and reached out for the basket. The kitchen servant barely raised her eyes to Sansa as she handed her the cakes. "Here you are my Lady." She curtsied and relinquished her offerings.

Sansa turned and practically skipped back into the room. Petyr went to close the door but leaned his head out and called after the poor girl. "Little bird." He waited until she turned around. "You have made my betrothed very happy. I shall owe you for that." And with that he closed the door and returned to Sansa.

The girl was so confused. She could never tell where she stood with the Lord. She thought herself foolish whenever she thought he might fancy her and was put in her place every time he brought up Lady Stark. But then, he always made a point to say something discretely to her. Her young mind didn't know what to think of it all. She walked back down to the kitchen with unattainable fantasies of Lord Baelish doting on her, loving her, making love to her.

Once the door was closed and barred he said to Sansa "I thought you were full my dear?"

"One is never too full for lemon cakes." She replied, mouth full of cake. He laughed and kissed a crumb off her chin. Then one off her lips.

An hour later Sansa laid on top of Petyr's bare chest running her fingers through the fine hairs on his chest. They too were peppered with gray in with the black, like his temples. "I had never thought to do things like that with food before." He felt her smile on his skin. Gently running his hand up and down her spine he told her "Oh darling, there's a quite many things I have still to teach you about the art of love making. Good thing we have a lifetime together to do so." He kissed the top of her head and they both quickly fell asleep.

Sansa dreamed of hundreds of black crows flying all around her. Following her every move. Listening to her every word. No where was safe.