From Porcelain to Valyrian Steel

Sansa-Escape from Kings Landing

The ship is rocking beneath my feet, the lanterns swinging to and fro with the movement of the ship on the sea, casting wavering light around my cabin and the chains on the lanterns (are?) rattling with the ships movement.  My cabin is small, bare. It has a couple windows for me to look out while out at sea.  My head immediately turns as I hear footsteps scuffling down the stairs to my cabin. I can’t help but fear that it is one of the ships crew coming down to hurt me, it calms me just a little bit as I see it is only Littlefinger…I mean Petyr. He told me he would like me to call him that.

“Where are you taking me?”

“I’m getting married to your Aunt Lysa. She’s waiting for us at the eyrie. You’ll be safe there.”  My mind is whirling with hope and excitement, hope for safety. Stupid thoughts Sansa, you know better now than to trust a hope or someone’s words, to dream of kind, brave, gallant knights, of being happily married, of kind people. Stupid. I have to know, I have to ask him.

“Did you kill Joffery?”

“Did I kill Joffery? I’ve been in the vale for weeks.” I can hear the amusement in his voice about my question.

“I know it was you”

“But who helped me with this conspiracy?” Memories of past events come flooding in.

“Well there was Ser Dontis. You used him to get me out of kings landing, but you would never trust him to kill the king”

“Why not?” He smirks as he says this, raising his eyebrow and his chin up as he does so.

“Because you’re too smart to trust a drunk.” He smiles at me and moves a step closer to me, lowering his hands from the rafters of the ship of which he was previously holding on too.

“and perhaps it was your husband?”

“no” I hear the tone of my voice change slightly but my face remains neutral, it doesn’t change. I must not betray anything.

“and how do you know”

“I just do.” It’s the truth, I know it is. My gut is telling me that I am right. It’s time to start listening to it more. Petyr is looking me straight in the eye.

“You’re right. He wasn’t involved in Joffery’s death but you were” he tells me. Wait, what, how was I involved in Joffery’s death. By the way he is look at me, I know that my face has not betrayed my shock at this news or what is going on in my head. I start to fiddle with my hands nervously. I wait for him to continue.

“Do you remember that lovely necklace Dontis gave you? I don’t suppose you noticed that a stone was missing after the feast”

“th..the poisen. I..i don’t understand. The Lannisters  gave you wealth, power. Joffery made you the Lord of Harrenhal.”

“A man with no motive is a man no one suspects. You’ll always keep your foes confused. If they don’t know who you are or what you want they can’t know what you plan to do next”

“I don’t believe you” he raises an eyebrow at me and is wearing that smirk of his. “If they catch you, they’ll put your head on a spike. Just like my fathers. You’d risk that just to confuse them.” Petyr walks closer to me, close enough that he could touch me if he wanted to all the while looking me in the eyes. His walk is confident but it was a swagger (change?) to it.

“So many men they risk so little, they spend their lives avoiding danger and then they die. I’d risk everything to get what I want.” His hands are on my arms with a firm yet soft grip.

“And what do you want?” His hand slides down the length of my arm and his eyes travel the length of my body. What he is doing causes me to look down then slowly back up at him. He, he can’t like me like that, he said I was safe.  Maybe Shae was right about him.  I refuse to believe this that he’s thinking of me like that. His eyes linger on my chest for a bit longer and then he meets my Tully blue eyes.