A/N: This will be another happy chapter. The drama will return but I think our two little love birds have earned a happy chapter or two.

Chapter 11

Ingrid was putting the final touches on Sansa's hair as she stood before her mirror. She wore a cream colored gown with green and gray stitching. It was in homage to House Stark. It had been the dress her mother wore when she had married her father. She wanted apart of them at her wedding since they would not be there in person. She gingerly ran her hands down her front, smoothing her skirts. "It is finished." Ingrid said. Taking a deep breath Sansa looked up into the mirror to see the finished product. A smile grew on her lips as she took in the sight. Her hair was braided in two sections down her back with the bottom half of her hair falling straight and full to her lower back. There were pins with little colored jewels fastened into her braids, making them sparkle in the sunlight. Even Sansa couldn't deny that she looked beautiful. She smiled as she imagined that her mother had helped her dress for this day, instead of Ingrid. She tried to imagine the advice Catelyn would be giving her before she walked down to the Heart Tree to become Lord Baelish's wife. "Don't be shy my dear, from this day forward he will have sworn to protect you. Honor him and always be by his side. In front of others and alone in your bedchamber. Join him in the marriage bed as often as he likes. It will hurt at first, but only a time or two. If he is a truly kind and caring man he will see to your pleasure as well as his own. You will bear children that you will love more than anything and one day you will talk with your daughter as I am with you now." Her eyes mist as she tries to picture her mother saying these things to her, hating the men that took her away from her. Though she wondered if her mother's advice would be slightly different considering the man she was marrying.

"My Lady, is everything ok?" Ingrid asks timidly.

"Yes, I just wish my parents and siblings were here." She says as she quickly wipes a stray tear from her cheek. Ingrid just nods in understanding. No words would comfort her and ease the feeling of loss that she has.

There was a knock at the door. Ingrid walked to the door and said "Ser Davos." She looked to Sansa for further instruction. "Let him in." Sansa commands. "Please go and fetch me some water to drink Ingrid." She says, dismissing her handmaiden.

Ser Davos closed the door behind Ingrid and turned to face Sansa. "You look magnificent my Lady. The dress is most becoming on you." He compliments her.

"Thank you, Ser Davos. It was my mothers dress that she wore when her and father were married." She says looking back at her reflection.

Ser Davos walked a few paces closer to the radiant bride and fumbled with how to word his concerns. Sensing his issue Sansa turned to him fully and neatly folded her hands in front of her. "I assume you came here for more than just to pay me a compliment." She speculates aloud.

"Aye, that I did my Lady. I wanted to say.. Well, that is I came here for... I question..." He stuttered then ceased talking all together. Sansa grew rather annoyed.

"Well? What did you want? I am a bit busy at this time." She says.

"Yes, my Lady. I only meant to ask a question. Please, take no offense at my forwardness. I only meant to inquire about the timing of your marriage." He is visibly uncomfortable. Sansa sighs, not wishing to add to his embarrassment further she says simply, "It is a bit fast, I know. But it is what I want. I see no need in waiting on formalities. I have been wed two times before. This need not be a large affair."

"Yes, my Lady. I understand. My questioning wasn't so much that it is fast, but rather why you do not wait for your brother's return. Surely you would prefer their presence to witness the union." He implores, angling his head towards her.

Sansa falters. Does he know more than he lets on? She keeps her face composed as her mind reels. "I-" she doesn't know how to continue. How much should she tell him? Jon said she could trust the Onion Knight, but he did not know everything she now knew. She finds her words "I would prefer them to be here, that is true. But everything is in chaos right now. There is a battle about to happen in the South if everything the ravens relay is true. And the greatest war in memory is almost upon us. I find myself not feeling entirely safe. I am now a widow and a Stark. I can be used as a pawn in anyone's Game. My fears would be greatly reduced with the safety of Lord Baelish's name attached to me. And with him by my side and his Knights as well, I hope I will feel safer still." She watches him as he processes everything she has said. She can tell he is not fully satisfied by her response.

"Lady Stark, I will ask you one more question but I beg that you take no offense to it. Jon is not here and I feel the question should be asked in his absence as I believe he would do it himself were he present." He sets the stage for his inquiry. She nods her head, encouraging him to continue. "Is this truly your hearts desire? To marry Lord Baelish. Or are you being forced into matrimony to ensure your safety?" He asks. He is sincerely worried that she is not making decisions solely out of her hearts desire, but is being played and feels she has no other choice.

Sansa takes a step forward and places her hand on his arm. She smiles sweetly at him and answers him "Ser Davos, you are a true and caring man. I appreciate your concerns for my happiness. Please be assured that I am marrying of my own free will and am happy to do so. Petyr is not forcing me or giving me any ultimatums. He has been honorable and steadfast in his affections towards me. I know of his past. I know what he is capable of. I am no fool. But I have also learned him in a way most have not. Perhaps no one else. I can sense when he is being dishonest. I can hear a lie of his tongue easier than any other. He is honest in his feelings towards me and his promise to be a faithful and devoted husband. He loves me, as I am. Broken and all. Not because of who I am, what my name is. But because of what I am inside." She leans up and gives him a chaste kiss on the cheek. "I am grateful for your care of my well being. Thank you." And with that she steps back.

He bows slightly and says "Very well, my Lady. May I escort you to the Heart Tree?"

"Actually Ser Davos. I have a question I would like to ask you in return. If you don't mind."

"Of course my Lady, anything." He replies.

"Since my father is no longer and Jon is not present and Petyr has no other living relatives, would you be willing to perform the wedding yourself?" She looks to him, face full of innocence.

Davos Seaworth is taken aback. This was not the request he was expecting from her. Having lost his son in the Battle of the Blackwater, performing a wedding was never something he thought he'd get the chance to do. "Of course my Lady. The honor would be great to perform this service for you and the Lord." He says graciously.

"The sun has fully set, I believe it is time for us to head to the Godswood. I imagine there is a man waiting for me under a sacred tree." She says lightly, hoping to coax a genuine smile out of the Knight. She is rewarded with a smile and a slight blush from the elder man. "I do believe you are correct." He holds his arm out for her to tuck hers into the crook of his elbow and leads them out of her chambers and into the hall.

They exchange light conversation as they head out past the walls of Winterfell into the forest. After a time they reach the place near the Heart Tree. Sansa is surprised at what she sees and stops in her tracks. There are many guests in attendance, all holding torches, giving the area a romantic glow. They stand in two lines forming a path in which she is to take towards Petyr. She follows the path with her eyes and spots him standing before the tree with the face carved into it and her breath stops. He stands there, his hands flat against his stomach, one on top of the other. He is wearing a black ornate outfit, not unlike all the ones he always wears. He has a cloak on his back. It, too is black as the night. The smile he wears is not his usual sly one that you'd find him donning during mischievous acts. This one is genuine and awestrucken. His lips part as he takes in her beauty. A lone tear escapes from her eye and falls quickly down her cheek, landing somewhere in the snow below. He had done all of this for her. She thought it was going to be a quiet ceremony with only 3 or 4 present, themselves included. But here stood many of the Lords and Ladies that were staying at Winterfell, all here to watch her give herself to Petyr for the rest of her days.

She is brought back to the present when Ser Davos leans down and whispers in her ear "Are you ready, my Lady?" She looks to him and nods, then faces towards her betrothed again.

As she walks towards him, all eyes are on her. He doesn't even notice the guests who are present anymore. All he sees is her. She is in a beautiful gown barely a shade darker than the snow that surrounds her. The firelight glows around her, causing her hair to look like flames flowing down her back. Little jewels sparkle as she walks and her cheeks flush the nearer she gets. Her eyes glisten and he hopes that it is from tears of joy and not regret or pain. She smiles at him and all worry is washed away. In that moment there are only two people. Him and her. They are alone in the world and he is not scared. She stops when she is standing in front of him. They look at each other as if seeing the most precious thing, and to them that is what they are. He almost doesn't notice that Ser Davos has reached his hand out offering Sansa's hand to him. He recovers quickly, takes her delicate hand in his and leads her closer to him. Petyr reaches out and cups her face in his left hand and whispers to her "You look stunning my love. I have never seen a more beautiful sight than you in that dress, in these woods, waiting to become my wife." He leans forward to kiss her but Ser Davos clears his throat to distract and stop him.

"I don't believe we are at that part yet, Lord Baelish." Slightly embarrassed and aware of the guests again as they chuckled softly to themselves, Petyr nods his head in agreement and turns to face Sansa and reaches for her other hand.

Ser Davos walks around them to stand before the Heart Tree and begins the ceremony. It is a quick affair and after they have said their vows and Petyr has cloaked Sansa bringing her under his protection he tells the newlywed couple that they may now kiss.

Most marriages are between a man and a woman who has yet to have surrendered her maiden hood, and thus most first kisses are chaste in nature. Petyr and Sansa are considerably more familiar with each other so theirs is a bit more amorous. He pulls her to him, one arm around her waist reaching the small of her back, his other comes up to the back of her head and he lets his fingers curl in her hair. Her hands come up to his chest and she clenches the fabric and pulls him closer to her as well. He kisses her in the familiar way they have come to know. She opens her mouth to him, letting his tongue taste her own. After a moment there is a loud hoot followed by laughter as everyone in attendance jests at their open display.

Petyr pulls his head back to look into her eyes and asks her "Are you ready to feast, my wife?" His heart jumps for joy in his chest at the word wife. She is his now in name. From this day until his last day. He is so overcome with joy he can hardly stand it. He dreamed of her being his wife countless times. Wanted it for so long. But he never thought the day would actually arrive. The more ingratiated he becomes with Sansa, the less other things that once drove him forward matter. Less often does he think of the Iron Throne and more on how to keep her safe and happy at his side. He thinks this should bother him, but it doesn't.

Sansa smiles at Petyr and giggles a bit saying "Yes my Lord husband. I am rather ravenous." She is married, for the third and hopefully final time. Warmth spreads through her veins reaching the very tips of her being. A clam comes over her as she realizes that she is no longer alone. She does not have to worry about Petyr's intentions with her or anyone else. She knows that anyone can turn on you without notice, but as her husband he is bound by duty and honor to protect her. She doesn't doubt that he will uphold his vows. A devious man he may be, but not where she was concerned and certainly not now that he has finally gotten all he's wanted since the day he laid eyes on her again in Kings Landing.

As they head back inside the walls of Winterfell a lone crow that had been perched among the Godswood takes flight, headed North.

They feast with all the guest who were witness to their marriage. It is not as grand a feast as she had when she married Tyrion. But this was a time of war and her family did not have the funds the Lannister's did. The food was a little better than what they had been eating since the battle, but only barely. The highlight of the meal was the large lemon cake Petyr had made for her and everyone else to enjoy.

Sansa watched as a young and homely kitchen servant stood almost too close to Petyr while cutting the cake into slices enough for everyone. She watched him give her a nod in good praise but he didn't pay her much mind beyond that. The girl, however, was not as sly as her husband was. She could tell that there was more than meets the eye between these two. The girl blushed fiercely at his acknowledgement and kept returning her gaze to him every few seconds, but he was distracted talking with Davos. The little wench was entirely too shy around him to have had any sort of inappropriate history with Petyr. If they had lain together she would be more confident in her actions, rather than clumsy as she was. Nevertheless, jealousy reared it's ugly head inside Sansa's mind and she promised herself that she would ask him about the girl the moment they were alone.

Once the cake was long finished and most of the men were inebriated Sansa whispered to Petyr "Are you ready to retire my husband?" His face immediately lit up like a child's on their name day as they recieved their presents. He grabbed her hand under the table and stood, helping her to do the same.

A Wildling yelled out above the voices "Is it time for the bedding ceremony already?" Sansa cringed in fear at his words and Lord Baelish said simply in reply "There will be no one witnessing me bed my lovely young bride, for her body is for my eyes only from here on out. You'll have to find your jollies elsewhere I'm afraid." And with that he gently tugged on her hand and lead them to her chambers.

"Thank you, Petyr." She whispered as they left the hall. "It is highly unnecessary for us to follow that tradition. Especially since most everyone in all of Winterfell knows we have consummated our relationship already." He tells her matter of factly.

She is confused. "What do you mean that most everyone knows we have consummated our relationship?"

He looks over to her as they walk and he cocks an eyebrow "Come now my dear, you didn't think that no one has heard you did you?" He asked. "And even if they hadn't heard you, you've slept in my room many nights already. It wouldn't be entirely unbelievable that we had already done the deed."

Sansa is shocked into silence. Now that he's said it it is rather obvious that people would come to these conclusions. But she did not, however, realize that she could have been overheard while she was with Petyr. "I didn't think anyone heard me." She says quietly, looking down to the stone floor.

"Oh sweet little wolf, the walls may be made of stone but you are most definitely not a silent lover." He teases her. She smacks her free hand on him arm and huffs at him. He only laughs as they stop at her door. Their door.

"I had the servants see to a few things while we married." He said to her, looking a bit apprehensive. He opens the door and let's her step into the room first. She stops one step inside the chamber and is stunned by what she sees. All of Petyr's things have been moved into the room and it looks as though he has always been there. His things coexisting seamlessly with her own. "I love it." She says turning to him and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Good." He replied. "I worried that it would upset you."

"You are my husband now, Lord Baelish. What is mine, is yours." She beams at him.

"That is true, Lady Baelish." He says, smiling as her new name falls off his tongue.

"I do love the way that sounds." She says and walks further into their chambers. She walks to the doorway that leads to the smaller room off the main one. She hadn't had time to find use for it in the brief time since the battle against Ramsay but now found it housed Petyr's desk and a chair with a basket of her needlework supplies beside it on the floor. "Now we can spend our time together in all aspects of our lives." He says near her ear as he wraps his arms around her front, pulling her back close to his chest.

Sansa lays her head back on his shoulder and he kisses her neck softly. She purrs at his touch and he slowly lets her go. Confused, she turns around to face him. With question in her eyes he answers which was left unspoken "I have a gift for you. I wanted to give it to you before we got...carried away." He smirked at her.

Sansa's mood fell. "I did not think to get anything for you I'm afraid." She says sadly. He tilts her chin up and says "Do not worry my young bride. Marrying me is all the gift I need." He kissed her lips quickly then walked into the side room to his desk and pulled out a small box from one of the drawers.

"I do not agree that that is enough, but if you are ok with a delayed gift I would like to make you something." She says.

"I would be delighted to receive anything from you my love." He says as he comes to a stop right in front of her. He holds his hand out to her and she takes the small wooden box in both of hers. She opens it and her breath catches.

"It's beautiful Petyr." She gasps as she takes the small pin out of the box to examine it closer. He takes the box from her hand and sets it aside, watching her as she studies his gift. It is a silver Mockingbird pin, just like his. Only hers has emerald jewels and tiny pearls encrusted on it's surface. He takes the pin from her hands and pins it on the cloak she is still wearing from their ceremony. "You are now Sansa Baelish and I wanted you to have a token of our House with you at all times."

"Thank you Petyr, I love it." She says as she looks down at the pin and carasses the little bird. She smiles, she was his little bird now. She looked up to her husband and told him "And I love you too. Now make love to me husband. I hear it is necessary to legitimize a marriage."

He laughed and said "As you wish, my wife." And he swooped her up off her feet and carried her to their bed.