Little Finger Pays the Piper

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"Well, before you go, don't you want to say goodbye to Little Finger?" Asks Steffana.

Lady Sansa considers it, and calmly replies,  "Actually, not really. I knew that he was not to be trusted...I never imagined though, the depths of his depravity."

"And,  let's not forget what he did to your Aunt, right before your eyes. I know that to you she probably seemed like an unstable and bitter old harpy, but what you don't know is that Little Finger convinced her to kill her own husband and blame it on the Lannisters. He promised her that if she did it, they could be together...but you see how well that ended."

"The more you tell me about Little Finger, the more I just want to leave this dreadful place. There's nothing but bad memories here."

"I understand, but you must say goodbye, because he should know that it was your choice to leave with Tyrion, otherwise he may try to chase after you still. I think he might be a little obsessed with you."

"Okay then, I'll tell him of my choice...and then it's off to Winterfell?"

"We'll get there eventually, but for now, Tyrion has to secure some allies so that once he takes Winterfell, he'll be able to keep it."

"Winterfell rightfully belongs to my brother Bran now, unless he dead. Do you know if he is Lady Steffana?"

"Neither of your brothers are dead, Lady Sansa. Bran and Rickon are alive and well. So is Arya." 

"Really? Where are they? Can that machine of yours tell us where they are? Is it possible for us to go and find them?'"

Steffana was dreading having this conversation, because she knew how callous she would seem. So she evaded this conversation all together.

"First, we must secure Tyrion at Winterfell, because then your siblings will have a place to come home to. In order to do that, you and Tyrion must establish some alliances. It's the reason you should try to remain on good terms with Little Finger."

"Oh how can I? After all of the horrible pain he has caused me and my family? "

Just then Ellaria advised Lady Sansa,

"It's probably better if he doesn't know that you know.  This Little Finger is clever, and if he thinks he has no more use for you, he will sacrifice you just like your father. Pretend to return his affections...even though you are leaving with Tyrion. You have to use whatever means you have at your disposal to gain the upperhand."

"I suppose you are right, Ellaria. I hadn't thought about it that way. Well, even though I am dreading it, let's get it over with, knowing the truth about Little Finger, I am anxious to leave as soon as possible."

"Very well, let me locate them."  Steffana closed her eyes and concentrated hard before responding.

"They are in the high hall."

"Oh I do so hate that high hall, with that morbid moon door, must I say my goodbyes there?"

"It seems only appropriate that Little Finger meet his justice, where he administered it to your Aunt."

"Is he going to be thrown out of the moondoor?" Sansa asked.

"Well I don't know, we'll have to meet the three men in the high hall and see just what they've decided."

As the three women enter, Ellaria blows Prince Oberyn a kiss. Sansa is in awe of this new Tyrion. Unaware that Steffana is listening she thinks, His scars have all been healed and he is so incredibly tall. The opposite of an imp.  Now he's freakishly tall. But between the two the excessive height was preferable. This does change things a bit.

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