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Medietas prostitution scenario?

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede was, in a word, beautiful. While worlds and standards and all the rubrics to measure such things shifted and varied here, that fact remained largely unchanged: the former prince, immortal as he now was, still stood out even in a crowd. His face was fine-boned but not so feminine as to confuse his gender, and while he was edging between willowy and not his body was not weak by any definition.

And he enjoyed using it to various ends: particularly, he liked sex, and in quite a few of its forms. He was good at it, too, hence being employed as a prostitute. Ganymede had never found any shame in the job, and while he couldn't claim to have never come to harm in the course of doing it, he'd never let anyone get him in over his head more than once.

What remained unknown in this city was seeing what kind of influence Petyr Baelish exerted over the people he paid to work for him. Ganymede was curious as he waited, bare ankles crossed, for the man to come to him rather than exploring the house without aim.

[littlexfinger]

He finds no shame in being employed as such, either, or he wouldn't employ others in such a capacity. He also chooses them well: not only prime physical examples, but those who are good at what they do, and can do a little more besides. Namely, he doesn't just employ prostitutes; he employs spies. There's no telling what someone might say inside the walls of this building, and he wants to know what it is.

It's just that the people working for him don't always know that they're also spying.

He doesn't know anything about this new one yet, except that he had auditioned well. This is a good opportunity to see what he can find out. "Have you been waiting for me?"

[the_cupbearer]

"You are my employer," Ganymede says leisurely, rolling his head to the side and letting his hair rustle quietly against his shoulder. "It seemed prudent."

He studied Petyr with a soft and unreadable smile. "And have you been anticipating me?"

PSL | For Sansa

[littlexfinger]

He knows that he can't stay here in Winterfell much longer. If he keeps using the weather as an excuse not to travel, eventually it really will be bad enough to make travel inadvisable. The men he brought from the Vale are getting impatient to return home, and his tenuous authority with them is at risk of getting weaker. He's already been through what's left of the library and found nothing worth spending any more time on. Sansa might tolerate his presence here, but Jon Snow won't for much longer. It's time to be going. He just hoped he could put that off until Sansa was willing to return with him.

He'll just have to hope that he can convince her to come later. Perhaps after her time in King's Landing, she'll be tired of the isolation of Winterfell. It is her home, but he'd bet that it's not the same one she remembers from her childhood.

The first few flakes of the day are dusting his shoulders as he walks back through the gate and into the courtyard of Winterfell, having just informed the Vale men that they will start their return journey in the morning. Now all that remains is to make sure he's ready to go, and inform his hosts that he will be leaving.

[turned_to_steel]

In truth, it wasn't her time at King's Landing that made her feel uneasy within the walls of Winterfell. Yes, it was her home and it always would be but there were now bad memories that haunted her as much as the good ones that still brought her joy every once in awhile. The other truth was that it wasn't really her home but the home that belonged to the King of the North.

Pressing her lips together as she stood in the courtyard and watched her brother walk by with some of his men, she felt something hard and cold resting in the pit of her stomach. She couldn't really blame Jon for being declared the King but there were times when she was envious of him. Envious of the fact that everything declared him as the reason the war was won and the Red Wedding was avenged. Already they had forgotten what she had done and how she had been the one to save them by writing to Lord Baelish who brought the soldiers of the Vale.

No, all anyone saw when they looked at her was the sister of Jon and the widow of Ramsay Bolton. The poor, broken girl that had been abused by the monster and made to suffer until she couldn't take it anymore. No one talked about her victories but only how she was the victim.

She wouldn't let any of them see how it bothered her, though. Instead, she smiled as she stood by Jon's side and played the dutiful sister. She was dutiful as she did love him but she hated the fact that being a woman meant she was less. Not that Jon made her feel that way on purpose. He was very doting, very sweet in fact, and that had allowed them to repair their relationship with each other. But he dismissed her without thinking too.

In truth, there was only one person who didn't dismiss her.

She could feel his presence even as the thought of him crossed her mind. It was enough to have her lifting her gaze as she watched him walk across the courtyard. Tilting her head slightly, she thought back to what he had told her just a few months before. About the vision in his head and how he wanted her to be a part of it. She had told him it was a pretty picture with the intent of dismissing it and setting it aside but she had thought about it since. It was actually a pretty picture and she believed that he would do his best to make it happen.

She knew what he wanted from her too. She wasn't so foolish as to ignore it but there was a way to use it. He would be aware of it too because he wasn't a fool either.

"Lord Baelish." She called out when he drew closer. Stepping out of the shadows of the kennel, she watched as he stopped and noticed her finally. Then she arched a brow at him as she moved closer. "I've heard talk among some of your men, Lord Baelish. They say that you intend to go back to the Eyrie and soon. Is that true?"

[littlexfinger]

"These men have families to return to, and the warmth of their homes." He should fetch Robin from his guardian before winter makes travel inadvisable, too. "The Vale will need protecting as well. Cersei won't have been pleased to see me declare for House Stark." Especially given his well-known opinion of the Starks.

He tucks his hands underneath his cloak. "I wouldn't want to wear out the hospitality of the King of the North, either." Not now that he's got allies. "Yes, it is true. We are setting out for the Vale tomorrow."

[turned_to_steel]

Sansa wonders why she feels a small moment of something uncomfortable to identify when he confirms that he is leaving along with his men. It isn't a surprise to hear, after all. She knows that he can feel the tension whenever her brother is around, especially since Jon doesn't try to hide the fact that he doesn't trust Petyr or like him all that much. Brienne certainly isn't subtle about it either but she listens to Sansa who is the only one who continues to vouch for the man despite their issues.

He tries to convince her regularly that he didn't know how much of a monster Ramsay was and she still isn't sure that she believes him but she does believe that he feels horrible over the things that happened to her.

"I suppose I shouldn't be surprised." She makes her voice softer as she glances around casually. "Staying here weakens your hold at the Eyrie, especially with most of the men here. Being so new in power, you should be there so no one gets the idea to steal your power."

[littlexfinger]

Her answer makes it apparent just how well she understands the game of thrones. Better than her brothers did, probably. Certainly better than her father ever had. Another result of her time in King's Landing, probably. She'd had more of it than any other member of her family, after all.

"Winter will be here soon. The sooner I can be secure in my authority there, the easier it will be to maintain it." Winter will give him plenty of time to work on gaining the loyalty of the men of the Vale. It's loyalty that he will need in the future.

"You and your brother will have Winterfell to yourselves soon enough."

[turned_to_steel]

"You should probably pick up Robin." Sansa muses out loud like she is considering what he could do to help his position. Truthfully, she already has an idea but she isn't going to just lay it all out. Instead, she tilts her head to the side as she looks over the courtyard again with a thoughtful expression. "Probably the fact that he has ties to Aunt Lysa would help. The North is big on families, as I'm sure you have noticed."

She looks back to him again, arching a brow as now she can't hide some of what she is thinking. "I suppose. Not that he really seems to need me here."

[littlexfinger]

"Robin Arryn will return to the Vale." He's already decided that, for a number of reasons, among which is the fact that with Robin there, it should shore up his own authority. Lysa had given it to him, but she'd only had anything to give him because of her first husband. A member of House Arryn on his side could go a long way.

"You said families are important. Surely one of the Stark bannermen would give refuge to the sister of their liege lord, should she request it."

[turned_to_steel]

"Good." Sansa nodded, turning her pale gaze back to Petyr again. "That will definitely ensure most of their loyalty to you and the Eyrie. Everything else should be easy after that."

She believed it too because she had already seen how he had charmed the boy to his side. If he kept that up, if he could keep Robin on his side, then the battle was half won. Now he just had to win the rest and she found herself nodding once more when he mentioned giving refuge to the sister of the King. "Most likely."

"Why? What are you going to suggest, Lord Baelish?"

[littlexfinger]

"That is my intention." It relieves him to hear her talking like this, demonstrating how much she knows about the situation, but at the same time, it also confuses him. He didn't think she approved of this kind of behavior.

"You will always be welcome at the Vale." He knows it might not be the most appealing idea to her, but he's putting it out there anyway. "You have family there as well." He knows that Robin wouldn't turn her away.

[turned_to_steel]

In the scheme of things, her marriage to Ramsay hadn't really been that long compared to other things that she has gone through but it had done a lot to change her. There is something sharper about her now, a darker ruthlessness creeping under her skin even though she tries to deny it. She had thought it would go away after killing Ramsay but it hasn't. Not completely. When you take that and add in everything that she has learned in King's Landing, could it really be all that surprising to hear her talking this way? She wouldn't think so.

"Truly?" She studies him before suddenly nodding. "Perhaps I should with you to pick up Robin and return him to the Eyrie. I could stay long enough to throw a feast to thank the men for coming to my aid and then I can return home. That would help repay you as well, wouldn't it?"

[littlexfinger]

"I am sure that Robin would enjoy getting to see you again." He's spent enough time among strangers than family will probably be a welcome sight, and he knows that Robin likes Sansa. "A feast for the men would be a very good idea. It would help to boost morale."

[turned_to_steel]

Sansa nearly lets out a huff of laughter at his response because it shows just how good he is that he doesn't push the idea by mentioning how he might feel about her joining him on the trip. It's all very casual as they talk about the men and about Robin.

"I imagine Jon won't like the idea but I will point out to him that the Men of the Vale helped to win the war against Ramsay and that we would continue to be strong with their, your, continued allegiance." She muses before looking at him curiously. "I will have to bring Brienne and Podrick with me."

[littlexfinger]

He doesn't see the point in mentioning it again. She knows how he feels, and has made it clear how she feels. Bringing it up again, in a place occupied by her brother, seems unwise.

"The Vale has declared for House Stark. Your presence for a time will be a representation of that declaration, and a way for House Stark to show their appreciation of our loyalty." His mouth thins a little at the mention of Brienne and Podrick, but there's nothing to be done about that. "There is room at the Eyrie for Lady Brienne and Podrick to come along."

[turned_to_steel]

It amuses her to see his reaction to the mention of her protector and squire because she is sure Brienne will react the same way when Sansa reveals her plans. Still, she knows Brienne will go. The knight won't risk leaving Sansa alone, especially if she is intending to travel away from Winterfell.

"Thank you, Lord Baelish." She nods graciously when he agrees both to her going with him to the Vale and to her escorts going along.

"I suppose I should make the arrangements. How early do you intend to leave?"

[littlexfinger]

He knows that if he so much as looks at Sansa wrong, Brienne will likely take his hand off (if he's lucky). The idea of having to watch his actions even in his own home is irksome, but if the way to get Sansa to come is to allow the others as well, it's a price he's willing to pay.

"As soon as it's light enough to see the road." That way they'll have as much daylight as possible for the actual travel.

[turned_to_steel]

"I will be ready." She tells him with a nod before turning away and heading inside before he can see the satisfied look on her face at the agreement.

It didn't surprise her that it proved to be as hard as it did to convince Jon to let her go but, ultimately, she succeeded. He couldn't deny the fact that the Men of the Vale had helped to win the battle and the fact that the House of Stark would continue to need their support as well as their allegiance. She promised him that she wouldn't be gone for that long either. That she would be back before the snow got to be too deep.

So by morning, she was ready to go. She was relieved when they were given a carriage even though she had made the ride on a horse before. Settling into her seat, she ignored the concerned look from Brienne while she waited for Petyr's appearance.

[littlexfinger]

He heads out a few minutes after she's ready to go, having had to send a few ravens before they leave. He hadn't expected a carriage either, but can't deny that even though it's slower than going by horseback, it's more comfortable. The rest of the men can go ahead of them and make sure the road is passable.

He wonders how they're all going to make it through this journey alive.

[turned_to_steel]

Sansa seems to be deep in thought when he approaches the carriage but the movement catches her attention enough for her to look up. At first, she looks tense until she realizes that it's him and she forces herself to relax. Then she shifts over to make room for him on the bench seat unless he wants the one across from her.

"Good morning, Lord Baelish." She nods her head in greeting.

[littlexfinger]

"Good morning." He settles himself into the carriage, in the spot she made for him, and once they're ready to go, he knocks on the side of the carriage to let the driver know.

"You had no problem convincing your brother then, I see."

[turned_to_steel]

Turning her head slightly, she watched as he claimed the seat beside her before looking down at her lap while she folded her hands together. "He expressed some concern but I explained how it would be beneficial for both sides if I went with you for the feast. I promised him I would try to be back before the snow got too deep and he finally agreed."

A slight pause. "I suspect Ser Davos helped to convince him too."

[littlexfinger]

He looks through the window of the carriage as they start off down the road. "Ser Davos? What is his interest in it?"

The question is nonchalant enough, but anyone who knows Petyr knows that there's a motive behind everything he says and does.

[turned_to_steel]

"I think he knows that I do not trust him." Sansa replies unapologetically, not worried about being honest with Petyr since she can't imagine he would betray her. Not now. Plus, she is pretty sure that he has picked up on a few things during his time in Winterfell. "He probably figures that his spot at Jon's side is safer when I'm not around."