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Chapter 20: Toppling The Titan

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Sansa

In her naivety, Sansa once assumed that Littlefinger's plans were etched in stone. Immutable and impossible to defeat. She once thought that he had everyone dancing to his tune, all falling into the places that he wanted them. All so he could use the North, Riverlands and Vale to seize power. But ever since his announcement of Jon taking back the North, that assumption of Baelish was proven to be false. Littlefinger was clever, he knew people, what they wanted and how they were most likely to react to situations. But it didn't mean those things were a guarantee. They weren't made a certainty for all that he had started a war. He couldn't think of every possibility that had come from it. Nor could he think of the variables that he was unaware of or had written off; viewing them as insignificant to his plans. Petyr Baelish couldn't control every piece on the board.

That was becoming more and more abundantly clear to her as she sat in her quarters at Riverrun, waiting for Baelish to meet her. Sansa was sure of that. Harry'suntimelyexecution had lost him the North and made his position as an advisor to the Vale much more unstable. It was made even shakier by the arrival of the heads of the brotherhood and a blubbering wreck of a man claiming that Baelish had ordered him to kill her brother. Baelish had only avoided execution from Lord Royce because it was the word of a man who nobody knew had followed the army against a Lord that still had some level of control over those that owed him. But there was blood in the water now. Sansa could see that and it had given her more room to topple Baelish.

His entrance was announced by a gentle knock. Sansa had sent Brienne off to fetch the Vale Lords and her uncles. She gave a soft command.

"Enter."

Lord Baelish entered the room with his fake smile. Sansa could see in his eyes that he was annoyed. News from King's Landing of both Aegon and Daenerys Targaryen sieging the capital. Another thing he did not expect.

Sansa smiled softly towards him, motioning for him to sit opposite her. He seemed to calm.

"Lady Sansa, I'm very glad you asked to see me. It has been a long time since we could be both alone."

"It has Lord Petyr. I felt it was time that was rectified. I was hoping we could speak about what comes in the future." Sansa said calmly.

Petyr seemed to like her words as he poured himself a glass of wine. "Of course, may I ask though how you are feeling? The loss of Lord Arryn must be hard."

Sansa softened her features to make herself look more vulnerable.

"It is Petyr. Though what position it leaves me is forcing me to move past my grief faster than one would allow."

A lie over grief but a truth over the position.Her position as the widow of Lord Arryn gave her some power, secured for now due to lord Royce and his followers' support and those Baelish had under control. Though she would have had much more if she were pregnant.But then I would be pregnant with Lord Arryn's child.Emotions aside, it would have secured herself as regent of the Vale.

"Yes, that is true. Lord Arryn failing to give you an heir is troublesome. Though I believe your solution has been quite well supported by the Vale." Petyr said confidently.

Sansa was pleased with the approval. She could tell that he wasn't lying and undermining her in this moment. Lord Arryn's extra-marital pursuits had proven to be useful. Lord Arryn had two bastard daughters and word had come that the second was also a girl. Sansa had been slowly politicking the lords to get them on board with them being raised to Arryns. It had worked well, mainly due to the knowledge that one of their sons or grandsons would ultimately marry the girl, ending House Arryn and legitimately replacing them with their own house. A much more pleasing idea and prospect for the Lords than having an Arryn of Gull town who were only merchants. The only real obstacle to that was Lady Waynwood, their grandmother. Though she was agreeable after some subtle promises of positions in the Vale court.

"I'm glad you think so Petyr. It makes me happy to know that it will not be a problem."

Petyr offered her a glass. She took it, gently caressing his hand with hers. "You are so much like your mother. Willing to have your husband's bastards in your household takes a great deal of humbleness for all the hardship it can cause."

Sansa nodded, "Though at least these children will serve a much greater purpose."

Baelish chuckled lightly. Though Sansa could see the discomfort at reference of Jon.Thank you so much for giving me this gift Jon."That is a fair point my lady. May I ask what you have thought of the Targaryens?"

Sansa shook her head, letting Baelish feel in control.

Baelish's smile grew as his eyes wandered over her. "Well, I believe it is best that we bend the knee. There is no point fighting dragons and I believe they will be more than accommodating towards us. Though there is an issue."

Sansa feigned confusion. "What issue do you see Petyr?"

She placed her hands onto his. He didn't move away.Not that I expected him to. Even if he disgusts me so.

"I suppose it is to do with you. The Targaryens will see your widowed status and seek to marry you to one of their own as a way of securing the regency through you as well as an heir to the North. I doubt they would give you much grace period in haste to secure their reign."

Sansa nodded sadly. "I was hoping I would have more time to process the loss. And more time to secure the Vale."

Petyr moved his hands to wrap around hers. It felt vile as he started to move himself closer. She could bare it though for now.

"I know. The Targaryens have hastened that possibility. Though I have a solution."

His eyes tried to look predatory for a moment. Sansa didn't think it had worked. She'd seen a true predator's eyes.

"And what is that Petyr?" Sansa asked tentatively. His fingers were dancing over her hands like a spider. She made her eyes flutter ever so slightly. Cersei's words were echoing through her.A woman's weapon.

"I am a Lord of high standing and well known by the Vale. I am also well known to you. We could marry and secure our titles from them."

And then he kissed her. Much like he did in the Vale. It felt as disgusting as then as he placed his hands towards her hips and motioning for her to come up from the chair. She could feel him trying to guide her towards the bed as he kissed her. Every moment of it was disgusting as Sansa feigned interest in the Vile man, just like she had with Arryn.I just have to wait.

Sansa felt herself pushed onto the bed as Littlefinger started to disrobe himself. She could see a giant scar from his navel to shoulder. A gift from her Uncle Brandon. He was starting to do the same, lifting the frills of her dress and unfastening a part her smallclothes. Sansa could see the lust in his eyes as he made another kiss before whispering into her ear.

"So much like your mother yet so much better as well."

His voice sounded like sandpaper as he unfastened his breeches with one hand. He had made her dress dishevelled as touched her and fondled with the other. Then Sansa heard the footsteps she had been waiting for. She hoped it was Brienne and not a servant.I've used my weapon long enough; I won't have him touch me further. I won't have him enter me like he wants.

Sansa screamed her lungs out. As loud as she could for everyone in the walls of Riverrun to hear it. Littlefinger looked surprised and annoyed at her as he made to disrobe her more and putting his hand over her mouth. It was too late for that though as Brienne barged through the door, Uncle Brynden in tow with The Vale and Riverlords behind to witness it. There was no hiding what he was trying to do. No way to try and worm his way out of it. Sansa could see the faces of angry lords. Before Baelish could try and speak Brienne had brutally gelded him with Oath Keeper. He screamed hard before Brienne hammered the Pommel of her sword into Littlefinger's head, sending his bleeding, unconscious body to the floor.

Sansa could feel the hands of her Uncle and Brienne as they asked if she was well. Sansa dried her tears as guards dragged Littlefinger's unconscious form off. She wanted to smile like a wolf. Instead, she spoke of how Littlefinger tried to have his way with the Lady of The Vale with the voice of a bird.

There was no refuting what Littlefinger had tried to do to the widowed Lady of the Vale. Too many Vale and Riverlords had seen it. Too many of those indebted to Littlefinger saw it as a way out of their debts. And too many hated him. The Lord of the Fingers was trapped. He was easy prey for Sansa and she loved it.How I look forward to Brienne taking your head.Littlefinger's only option was a Trial by Combat if he wanted to try and avoid execution. But the likes of Brienne, Brynden Tully and Yohn Royce made his chances of victory impossible, with nobody willing to defend him as a champion.

But of course, Littlefinger had one friend with Lyn Corbray attempting an escape from Riverrun. Lyn and his smashed face had managed to make their way out of the Tully home quietly. But it had went wrong they made it through the camp. Lyn Corbray had met his end trying to escape through a sparser part of the camp where the Elder brother and some his followers were. Corbray and Littlefinger must have been surprised to be stopped by a Gravedigger. She knew that much when Sansa had seen his head being brought back in one of the Gravedigger's hands, and the snivelling Littlefinger in the other. It made quite a sight when he presented both the head and Littlefinger to her in front of the Vale and Riverlords.

Sansa had enjoyed the sight, smiling briefly as she noticed the burn marks hidden by his hood.And now I have two loyal knights in my service, even though neither are called that.The Elder brother had been kind enough to explain that the Gravedigger had taken a vow of silence for a time and that he wished to remain hooded. A show that everyone was the same in the eyes of the Gods. It was hard to argue with a man of the faith, so they couldn't really say anything if they thought they had figured out his identity. It wouldn't matter though. Sansa would just pardon Sandor for any slights the Vale or Riverlords felt they had with him. There was none that he was directly a part of as far as she could know.And he's hastened the end for Littlefinger.

His execution had been brought ahead earlier after the escape. It was starting to snow lightly in the Riverlands now as the Tully guards brought him into the Courtyard. He was snivelling and crying. Sansa had found it funny. The man that wanted to be her father and so much more was a pale imitation of a man, crying and begging despite all that he had done. Her father had never done that in the face of death.He was innocent and still didn't flinch when Joffrey declared he would die.Sansa knew that it would be good to see Brienne take his head with a part of Father's sword.

Sansa looked coldly at Littlefinger as he snivelled on his knees. "Lord Baelish, you are stood accused and found guilty of attempting to harm and rape the Lady of The Vale. Do you demand a Trial by Combat?"

Littlefinger started to beg. "Please Lady Sansa! You know I've always cared for you, protected you and loved you! Please don't do this, you need me!"

Sansa looked at him with an empty stare, "Are those your final words?"

Littlefinger kept blubbering as one of the guards brought him to the block. Sansa nodded at Brienne, taking her place and unsheathing Oath Keeper.

"I, Lady Sansa Arryn, Regent of the Vale, sentence you to die."

Sansa managed to project her voice over the wails of Littlefinger as she said the words. Then oath Keeper swung cleanly through the Former Lord Protector's head. Littlefinger was a scrawny man, making it a quick job. His head hit the floor in a face mixed with pain and fear. Sansa stared at master of coin for a moment before walking off, a small smile curving onto her lips.He was a small titan in the end.

Hope you all enjoyed! I wanted Littlefinger's death tae be done by Sansa, not sure how they're gonnae dae it in the books so I just went wae the idea that Sansa has used cersei and littlefinger's words tae her advantage. And she secures power through raising the bastard daughters as Arryns and acts as regent. Felt like it was a plausible solution.

We'll be returning tae the North next chapter, specifically beyond the wall which should be quite interesting. We'll be back in the North fir a few chapters before going South again.

Any questions feel free tae ask!