A/N: Sorry for the delayed update. I know how I want the story to go but I've been trying to decide how detailed I want it to be. I don't think I want to do 50 chapters, ha ha! But I guess we'll see how long it takes to get the story out and to do it right. I'm trying to move it along at a bit of a quicker pace for the next couple of chapters though. The stuff I really want to get to needs to be set up first. Enjoy!

Chapter 17

She walked into their chambers and found him at his desk. She smiled sweetly at him and went to sit in her chair and picked up some mending she had been working on. He eyed her suspiciously, she seemed a bit off. With a gentle smile on her lips she kept her eyes down on her work. She pulled the needle up through the fabric, pulled the thread tight, then pushed it right back down to the under side. She repeated the motions a few minutes before he finally broke the silence.

"Is everything ok my love?" He asked.

"Of course husband, everything is just perfect." She said smiling up at him. Oh, she had him! She could see the unease in his face.

"Are you sure? You seem a bit, different." He pressed on.

"Do I? I feel just fine." She said, not looking up from her work. She could feel his eyes on her so she stopped and looked up at him. "Guilty conscious?" She asked, taunting him.

So she had seen the Knight. Petyr was going to have a few words with him. He was supposed to stay inconspicuous. "Should I have one?" He asked, playing the game with her.

She didn't respond. She just looked back down at her lap and continued to sew. She wasn't going to make this easy on him. He supposed he deserve that. "I'm sorry my love. You weren't supposed to see him. I asked to stay far out of sight. I just love you so, and you are very beautiful. I worry about your safety." He confessed.

She made a few more stitches before she looked back up at him. "I didn't see him. Not at first anyway." She said.

"What do you mean? Then how did you know?" He asked confused.

"Sandor pointed him out to me." She said nonchalantly.

Petyr's heartbeat sped up. She was with him? They had just talked about it this morning and she was already spending time with him?

Before he could say anything she spoke again, sensing his anger. "I was in the Godswood and he happened by and we talked. Nothing more. He doesn't feel the way about me that you think he does. I'm more of a sister to him Petyr. Please, drop this." She said.

He looked at her and tried to calm down. He had been careless. He needed to make decisions after more thought and not out of jealousy. The Hound was a smart guy, he couldn't underestimate him. He'd have a talk with his Knights too. He smiled at his wife, making sure it reached his eyes. It was getting harder and harder to lie to her. She was beginning to know him better than he was comfortable with. He may have been ready to share everything with her but that didn't mean it was easy for him just yet.

"I'll call off my guards." He said, looking back down to his work.

She sighed. "It's ok Petyr. If you want them to watch, from afar, I'll allow it." She compromised.

His head snapped up in surprise. "Really?" Could it really be that easy?

"Sandor told me that you were just looking out for me, and that he'd do the same if I was his wife. You're just trying to protect me. Why should I deny you the right to protect your lovely wife?" She said standing from her chair and walking towards him.

He was none too pleased that she had listened to the dog's reasoning over his own, but now wasn't the time to fight that battle. He smiled at her as he watched her hips sway as she walked to him. He knew that having her as his wife would be very distracting and that it would be difficult to leave the bed in the beginning, but it'd been almost two months and his appetite for her was still insatiable. He grew hard just watching her walk. Gods, he wanted her so badly.

Just as she reached his chair there was a loud banging at their door. Petyr cursed under his breath and stood to answer it. "Don't lose that thought." He told her, leaning forward to bite her bottom lip. A small sigh escaped her lips as he walked past her to murder whoever was on the other side of the door.

"What do you want?" he demanded coldly.

"I'm sorry my Lord, it's the King, he requests yours and Lady Baelish's attendance in his work chambers immediately.

"Thank you." He said curtly and closed the door in the servants face.

"Don't be rude, my love." Sansa chastised him as she walked towards the door. "It's not his fault. And don't worry, I won't soon be forgetting where we left off." She teased. She leaned forward to kiss him and as she sucked on his bottom lip she reached down between his legs and took a firm hold of his cock. After an all too brief moment she released him and strode out the door, leaving him there with his mouth hanging open. She was getting good. Too damn good.

...

Once the usual five had all gathered in Jon's office he handed Sansa a scroll. She read it, surprised by its contents. She then handed it to Davos, who passed it to Petyr, and lastly Tormund.

"That was fast." Tormund said.

"That's an understatement." Davos responded.

"Well, what do we do now?" Sansa asked her cousin.

"Well, I suppose we should send her a raven congratulating her on winning the Throne." Jon said. That earned him a few chuckles from those in attendance.

"We should invite her here." Petyr said. Everyone looked over to him with surprise on their faces.

"Why?" Sansa asked.

"She could aid us in the war against the Night King. She has many men and three dragons. Those numbers couldn't hurt us in battle." He reasoned.

"Didn't you say that dragon glass killed the White Walkers?" Tormund asked.

"Aye, it does." Jon said.

"Well, couldn't we use the beasts to make more? Enough for all the men to use in the war." Tormund continued.

"If we can figure out how to make it, then yes, it would be extremely helpful in the war. I need to send word to Sam, ask him how it's done." Jon answered. "Davos, stay with me to help me write up the request. You are more eloquent with words than I am." He laughed.

"Yes, your Grace." Jon rolled his eyes at the formal address, the man was a lost cause. He was as bad as Sansa was. Maybe worse.

"Alright then, that is all for now. I just wanted you all informed." Jon said, dismissing them.

After everyone had left Jon waited until the door was firmly closed before he began to speak. "Davos, I didn't want them present for this part. In the scroll to the new Queen, I want to offer her something." He said.

"What's that, Jon?" Davos asked, curious.

"I want to ask for her help in the war against the undead, in return for her assistance, I will step down as King in the North." Jon told him.

"Your Grace, you can't be serious." Davos protested.

"I'm serious as I was dead. I don't want this Davos. Being King. It's not for me. I'm meant to be out in the field with the men, not ruling over them, cooped up in a room all day hunched over scrolls and papers." He said, as serious as Davos had ever heard him be.

"If that is what you want, I will write it in the request." He said in defeat.

"It is what I want. Come now, don't pout. You know I'm not a good King." Jon jested.

"You are the greatest King I have ever served. If anyone was ever deserving of ruling, it was you." Davos said with a conviction that startled Jon.

"Davos, I-" Jon began, not knowing how to continue. Davos saved him the uncomfortable conversation and said simply.

"If you aren't happy as King, don't let what I want stop you from giving up the throne. Above all else, you should be happy." Davos said sincerely.

Jon considered Davos's words, but he knew his descision was for the best of the Realm. His aunt was a force to be reckoned with and he had no desire to go up against her. He'd be happy living out his days in his home, Winterfell. He didn't need a chair in the south to make him happy.

...

Four days later Jon held her response in his hands. He had called the people he considered his small council in the war chamber to read it together.

"Before we begin, there is something you all should know." Jon said. They all looked at him with serious expressions. He continued "I told Daenerys that in return for her help in the war I would step down as King in the North and recognize her as the one true Queen of the Seven Kingdoms." He waited as they all protested. All except for Petyr. He was impressed that the man could keep his face so calm, betraying no emotions. He was good, he had to give him that. Petyr turned to his sister, his cousin rather, and calmed her down by placing one hand on her leg and gave her a small smile. She looked him in the eyes and immediately stopped talking. She looked at her husband, and then up at Jon. He didn't like the power the man held over her. Her husband or not, he needed to keep an eye out on Littlefinger. "My decision has already been made and the Raven sent. Let us all see her response before we argue any further."

Jon looked down and broke the seal. He held up the letter and read it silently first. "She agreed to my terms." He said relieved. "She says that most of her army was largely unused during the battle against Cersei and are fit for travel North immediately. They will already be on their way by the time we receive this and will be here within the month." Jon finished. The room was silent. He looked at each of their faces, waiting for one of them to break the silence.

Tormund looked around and spoke up. "Well, what are we waiting for? We've got a war to prepare for!" He stood up and looked at Jon expectantly.

"We need to tell the rest of the Lords and the men. We cannot tell them of my promise to Daenerys. That will only cause chaos and we cannot have that right now. Once the war is won, I will let everyone know. Are we in agreement?" He asked, looking at each of their faces. They all nodded and spoke in agreement.

...

Later that evening in the great hall Jon stood before all the Lords of the North and told them he had asked for the Dragon Queen's assistance in the war against the Night King. He told them about her army, about her three dragons, and told them that they would have to welcome her and her men with open arms. No hostility would be tolerated. To his surprise, everyone had his back. They all agreed that it was the right decision to ask her assistance in the coming months.

Once everyone had dispersed to tell their men of what was to come, Sansa pulled Jon to the side and whispered to him "Jon, I need to talk with you." He looked into her serious eyes and nodded. He followed her back to her chambers.

Jon noticed that Petyr was not present. Sansa watched as he looked around the room and answered his unspoken question. "He is speaking with the commander of the Knights of the Vale. They will begin serious preparations for battle in the morning and Petyr wanted to know exactly what they had planned." She told him.

He studied her for a moment, debating whether or not to bring it up. He decided to ask her "Is everything ok between you two?"

"Yes, everything is perfect." He cocked his eyebrow at her, knowing nothing is ever perfect and she amended "Well, almost everything. He had experienced a bit of jealousy when Sandor arrived. But it has all been straightened out."

"What did he have to be jealous about?" He asked.

"Petyr thought that Sandor had feelings for me that were more familiar than was approtriate. He didn't understand the bond that Sandor and I have at first. He misinterpreted his affections towards me. It has all been cleared up now, though. No need to worry." She assured him. Jon just nodded.

"What did you want to speak with me about?" He asked.

"Jon, we barely have the resources to house and feed the men we have now. How are we to care for another 10,000 or more men?" She asked.

"In her response, my aunt stated that she would make sure that her armies packed heavy for the long months ahead. I have also sent Ravens to all the houses in the North and the South requesting their aid in helping supply the armies that would be fighting for their life. Don't worry dear sister, everything will work out. I've seen to it all." He told her, reaching out to hold her shoulders as he spoke.

"Sister." She said sadly.

Jon removed one had from her shoulder and tipped her chin up to look into her eyes. "No matter who are parents are, you will always be my sister. My annoying and bratty little sister. But sister nonetheless." He said trying to comfort her. She closed the distance between them and hugged him tightly. After a few moments he noticed she was crying. "What's wrong, love?" He asked her.

"I am so worried I'll lose you." She sobbed into his shoulder. He sighed and stroked her hair. He couldn't promise her that he would survive the next few months. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't bring himself to possibly lie to her.

He settled for the second best response. "I promise you that I will try my hardest to make it back to you and Bran. You two are all I have left in the world. I will protect you until my dying day. Please, don't cry. I can't bear to see you so upset."

She sniffled and wiped her eyes as she pulled out of is embrace. She looked into his eyes. "I don't think I've ever told you before but I want you to know that I love you. Even as kids when I despised you I loved you. You have always been as much my brother as Bran and Robb and Rickon are."

Her words warmed him to the depths of his soul. He found his words stuck in his throat. He swallowed hard and told her, "I love you too Sansa. I always have and I always will. Even when you were unkind to me, I loved you. Plus, father would kill me if I felt otherwise." He said laughing a small laugh, trying to lighten the mood. It worked and she laughed too.

As they were still laughing, Petyr walked into the room. He looked between the two of them and walked to his wife's side. He smiled politely at Jon and said "Your Grace." And bowed his head.

"I'll leave you two be. Sleep well. I will see you in the morning." And Jon took his leave.

"What was that about?" Petyr asked Sansa as he walked to his wardrobe to begin undressing for the night.

"I just had a few concerns about how we would house and feed our numerous guests once they arrive. He assured me that all was taken care of." She smiled at him as she helped him out of his clothes. "Did everything go ok with the Knights?" She asked him.

He turned to her and wrapped his arms around her and smiled "Everything is going according to plan." He said and leaned forward to kiss her. She stopped him, her hand on his chest.

"Plan? Are you planning something?" She asked him skeptically.

"No my love, I only meant that that they are all healed and healthy and ready to begin training properly again at first light." He said and kissed her before she could look into his eyes too deeply. If the last few months had taught Petyr anything, it was that certain behaviors were not so easily forgotten as he had once thought.

The vision he had had of his wife glowing in front of him, pregnant with his child, still filled his dreams. But behind her, the Iron Throne refused to fade completely into nothing. It stood there in the background, going in and out of focus each day as things changed as quickly as the winds blew. Petyr had never felt more alive than he did right now. He was headed to the top and nothing could stop him now. He found that rather than detract from his original goal, his wife brought new and exciting aspects to the Game. More than he could have ever hoped for.

Petyr turned her quickly and began undoing her gown, determined to help fulfil one aspect of his dream. If she wasn't with child soon, it wouldn't be for lack of trying.

A/N2: I don't know if Tormund can read or not, for the sake of this story he can. Y'all didn't really think that Petyr would give up his scheming so easily, did you? Be patient my loves, good things come to those who wait. ;) Also, I know that I focused on Jon and his story more than Petyr and Sansa, but to round out the story better we need to be inside other's heads from time to time. And lastly, I know this was kind of a fluffy chapter but, again, I need to lay the foundation sometimes for greater chapters yet to come!