GoT Fanfiction Time
Fandom: Game of Thrones
Title: Ad honorem - To the honour
Characters: Sansa Stark, Petyr Baelish, Joffrey Baratheon, others
Pairing: Sansa/Littlefinger
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I. and i am dead and lost
Sansa does not dream anymore.
She can see chrystal clearly King’s Landing now, with its false play and fake heroes and her heart bleeds for Winterfell. She doesn’t dream about it, but the long nights and the warm castle and living, shining snow is before her when Joffrey talks to her.
She laughs and weeps too, inside (always inside) and for the first time not because she was raised to be a noble lady, but because she is a Stark of Winterfell. And her tears and fears are frozen inside, her daydreaming shattered and innocence lost.
II. tell me those words are a lie
It’s almost ridiculous how she has to put on the mask for every damned dinner and court and meeting that Joffrey orders her to attend. But Sansa is a silent wolf now and smiles sweetly as she tries to survive in the Lion’s den.
The only problem that she faces, is that King’s Landing is not only inhabited by Lions. She is captured by a spiderweb and fell into the nest of a mockingbird. She is not a prey but a marionette who can be used (at least they think so and she likes to think they are mistaken) for anything and anybody at anytime necessary.
”Why do you have such a stupid face on, my lady?” Joffrey asks evilly, his words not reaching her heart.
She apologizes quickly and looks down. (She prays to the gods to kill the king slowly and without mercy when its time)
III. i need you, you need me
It is a glorious sunset when she asks permission to attend the king’s personal council.
Grand Maester Pycelle is never really aware of her presence, Varys tells her compliments of all kinds along with sweet little lies, but it is Lord Baelish she looks for. He is there, his eyes on her and hands on a piece of paper. When she sits next to Joffrey and crosses the room, she touches Littlefinger’s back and sits down elegantly.
His eyes darken and she knows that he will sing for him.
IV. you shower me with adoration
Petyr Baelish visits her the day after and Sansa sends every single servant out. She never forgets her manners though and talks about everyday matters and court rumours until Littlefinger sets down his cup and sits next to her.
”You want me to help you escape, don’t you sweetling?” he smells of mint and a hint of wine.
”Surely you can arrange such thing, Lord Baelish?”
He laughs but his eyes remain darker than ever.
”And what about the price, Sansa?” she already expects this question and embraces the consequences of her wishes.
”I am a noble lady. I can pay you in gold, if it pleases you, my Lord.” She winces when he laughs again.
”You are not that naive, child.”
”I am no child!” she says, voice sharp and heart quivering. She thinks of Arya who would have fought openly, like a man and would never make a deal like that, not for such prices. But Sansa is not Arya and she wants (needs, has to) survive and escape as soon as possible.
And since Sansa (the new one, not the old) opened her eyes when her father closed his, (deadeadeadeadpleasepleaseno) she has to play the game now.
”I assure you, I noticed.” Littlefinger’s hands are warm as they touch her neck and his lips collide with her jaw.
She stands up quickly, away from the touch.
”Help me” she says, her voice bleeding tears now. ”And I will give everything I am.”
He smirks.
V. life is not a song
She does as she promises.
She thinks of her father and mother and her brothers, Arya and even Jon Snow and wonder if they would judge her. If they will ever find out and spit her in the face. If they are still alive. If they still love her.
”I’m making up for everything” she promises sadly, and she wants to weep if guilt wouldn’t hurt so much.
Petyr Baelish whispers stories into her ears as he discovers her body and she lets him. He calls her beautiful and when she cries out his name, they both know it was not faked.
A week later she heads for the North on a ship.