Author's Notes: Hey everyone I am glad you liked the last chapter hopefully you will like this one as well, Martin owns everything.
Several days passed before Sansa saw Lord Baelish again. This did not please her at all; the more time passed the more time Baelish had to cool his ardor and perhaps come to suspect that she was up to something. He may think of her as only a foolish girl now but give time he may begin to suspect her, she had to act fast. So she decided to go on the offensive.
Before she could come up with a plan of action she received an invitation. It was from Lord Varys and he was inviting her to a small gathering in the gardens for Lady Margaery to celebrate her imminent marriage. Sansa was tempted to refuse but she knew that if she did not then suspicions would be raised.
So at the appointed time she appeared at the garden; she paid her respects to Lady Margaery and her grandmother then mingled with the crowd. She did not quite receive the cold shoulder as the wife of the Master of Coin but she was also the daughter of the traitor Ned Stark and now that Robb was dead they no longer had to fear him so she was now treated with icy politeness. Margaery was swarmed with well-wishers so Sansa could not talk to her beyond greeting her and wishing her well so she was quite lonely.
She was just preparing to leave when someone came up behind her and tapped her on the shoulder.
"Lady Sansa, how good to see you." Turning she found herself facing Lord Baelish.
"Lord Baelish." She said dropping into a curtsy. "What an unexpected pleasure; I did not expect to see you I did not know that you were here at the party."
"Yes, it was rather unexpected but I suppose it is only natural for friends to invite one another to their parties. Are you having a good time?"
"Not terribly." She admitted. "I find that I do not enjoy parties as much as I used to."
"Indeed," Baelish said; "I find most parties are dreadfully dull affairs. Just a lot of people standing around flattering themselves and playing their little games."
"I thought you liked to play games?" She asked him.
"I do but I find these particular games to be of little stimulation. Still, they are amusing in their own way I suppose." Sansa gathered her courage, determined to take advantage of this meeting.
"Well," she said, coming up to slide her hand down his arm; "Since neither one of us is truly enjoying ourselves perhaps we can go somewhere more private you could tell me more stories about Mother." As she spoke she made sure that her hand lingered on his for just longer than what would be considered proper. If he noticed he gave no indication except that his smile became just the slightest bit larger.
"It would be my very great honor, My Lady." As he spoke he took her hand in his and squeezed, it felt clammy to the touch.
Author's Notes: Hey everyone, I hope you are enjoying the story. How do you like this arch so far? I am trying to make it so Baelish not seem dense by not seeing it a kind of battle of wits as it were, am I doing alright about that? If not please let me know. That is it for now, please pray for the passengers of the missing airplane, their families, the Americans held abroad and all who need it and may Jesus bless you.