Author's Notes: Hey everyone, I am glad you liked the last chapter. As always I own nothing.

Sansa paced about the room and tried to force her heart to slow down. The table was all set, laden with the finest food and wine that could be had in the city. She had made other preparations as well, small but necessary for her plan to work. She had had Shae do her hair differently from what she usually had her do it; it now was exactly the same as how her mother had done her hair. That was not the only change she had made, she had also gotten a new dress, one that was almost exactly the same as one her mother had owned.

Shae had not been happy with having Lord Baellish in Sansa's quarters, particularly since Lord Tyrion was not there. People would talk she warned Sansa; Sansa had assured her that it would be alright, after all it was two family members having a meal together, nothing at all improper at all about that. In truth it was far from innocent but Sansa did not feel the need to explain it to her maid.

Lord Baelish arrived promptly at the appointed time, he was well dressed as ever and had a spring to his step. Though it and his smile left him for a moment when he saw Sansa. He recovered quickly, however and the smile returned.

"Lady Sansa, you look lovely as ever."

"You are too kind Uncle." She said, standing on the tips of her toes to kiss him on the cheek. "It was so good of you to accept my invitation on such short notice."

"Nonsense," he said, his smile going even wider; "I would have come even if it meant cancelling a meeting with the King himself."

Both of them smiled at this though they both knew it was a lie. As they were seated and wine was poured Sansa looked Baelish in the eye. In a low voice, deliberately keeping her slightly timid and halting, just as he was used to it being.

"I was wondering if I might ask you a question Uncle."

"Oh, and what that be?" He asked smiling cheerfully.

"My mother is gone now. She was a traitor of course and deserved to die a traitor's death but she was still my mother. You knew her very well as children and I was wondering if you could tell me about her when she was my age."

"Certainly." He told her after a moment. "Your mother and I had many happy times together," he paused for a moment and then continued; "And there was a time I hoped for it to be something more but it was not to be. So what do you want to know?"

So it began and they talked all through dinner. Sansa had a number of questions. Was she like her mother? Had her mother liked lemon cakes like she did? Had she enjoyed embroidery like Sansa did? It went on like that till finally Baelish politely excused himself. Sansa made all the motions expected of a proper hostess and extracted a promise from Baelish that he would call upon her again.

As soon as he was gone Sansa went back her quarters and got ready for bed. Everything going exactly as planned. The dinner could not have gone better; by asking all those questions about Mother she put her in Baelish's mind. By dressing like Mother and asking her questions the way she did she got him to put the two together in his mind. If she kept at it that link would become permanent. Mother had been his weak point she would now take that place. Then she would destroy him.

Author's Notes: Hey everyone, I hope you liked the chapter sorry it is so short, will make the next one longer. I guess you all can guess what her plan is I am trying for a little less gore and a little more intrigue. Till next time please pray for the Americans held abroad and all others who need it. If you have a prayer request let me know and may Jesus bless you till next time.