The Price of Treason

Chapter 4: Knowledge

Sansa had found her way back into the castle and up into her chambers without being seen. Throwing herself down onto her feather bed, she re-played the nights events. Her head still spinning from Lord Baelish's advances towards her and she couldn't wait for more. She knew she should be ashamed by their actions and should not have permitted Lord Baelish such liberations with her, but the thrill she got playing his game, enticing him to help her, even sharing in his kisses and advances; Sansa was intoxicated by him and craved what he could give her, teach her. Turing her head looking out the window, Sansa decided she had a few more hours before sunrise; she drifted off to sleep in a matter of seconds with Lord Baelish consuming her dreams.

Sansa's handmaid Shae woke her with what felt like mere minutes of sleep. Shae shook Sansa awake telling her it was already mid-day. Sitting up in her bed and wiping the sleep away she finally focused on Shae.

"Why are you still in your dress from yesterday?" Shae questioned.

"I must have forgotten; I was so tired yesterday." Sansa lied poorly and Shae knew it. Choosing to ignore the lie Shae went to choose a fresh dress for Sansa to change into. Sansa not wanting to get up yet, laid back down and stretched out feeling a slight ache from Lord Baelish's passionate taste the night before.

"Are you getting up today?" Shae asked with an annoyed tone. Sansa knew she should, she had to prepare for tonight, remembering she was to wed Lord Baelish at nightfall.

"I'll run you a bath shall I?" Shae asked, Sansa agreed deciding a hot bath would be good.

Sansa noticed that despite how tired she felt, she was also more relaxed than she had in her whole life. Relaxed and at ease, knowing Sansa would not have to marry the imp Tyrion and no longer be Joffrey's play-thing to torment; Sansa was finally starting to feel like herself again. Thinking of the life she would share with Lord Baelish, wondering what it will be like. He would be kind to her, she was sure of that and she believed that her marriage bed would always be interesting; if Lord Baelish could make her squeal with just his tongue she couldn't wait to see what he did with the rest of his body. Sansa couldn't help but blush at the memory of Baelish kissing her in her most private of places. Her mind continued to wander over and about Baelish until Shae called to her telling her her bath was ready. Lost in a daze Sansa slowly shed her cloths and lowered herself into the warm water. Closing her eyes and feeling the warm water surround her, Sansa couldn't help but wish Baelish was in the large tub with her; she longed to feel his skilled fingers, his lips on her body again. The thought of Baelish caused a familiar feeling to grow in the pit of her stomach; a low building pressure began to form deep within her. Sansa was craving him and she hated that she'd have to wait. Trailing her hands down and over her slim body remembering how his fingers felt within her, Sansa couldn't help but wonder if she could make Baelish moan as she had? If she could kiss him like he kissed her? Sansa hated her limited knowledge of men, wishing she knew what to do or say the way Baelish seemed to.

Sansa took a leisurely long bath wanting to be extra clean for Baelish. When the water had run cold Sansa finally got out wrapping herself and headed back towards her bed knowing Shae had laid a dress out for her. Shae had laid out a simple blue dress with a gold trim. Sansa stood staring at the dress feeling she wanted something more for today; knowing she would not change again till after her wedding Sansa wanted to look her absolute best for Baelish. Moving past her bed and the blue dress, Sansa found her closet and shifted through her gowns until she found the one that suited the day.

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