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[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."

[littlexfinger]

"Shouldn't your brother be listening to your opinion over his?" That is how families work, isn't it?

Or how the Starks work, at least. No one would ever accuse certain of the Lannisters of loyalty to other of the Lannisters, after all.

[turned_to_steel]

"Maybe if I were a man." Yes, the tone is a bit sharp and a lot unlike the Sansa he had first met but things have changed her. She glances over at him with a look that dares him to tell her that she is wrong but they know she isn't. He had pretty much told her that she wouldn't be recognized for the role she played.

"But that's fine." She adds, looking away. "I would rather be here talking about your plans."

[littlexfinger]

He knows better than to underestimate Sansa, particularly after her efforts at clearing his name after Lyssa's death. And what happened to Ramsay Bolton. That makes a difference too.

"You don't mean my plans for the feast." She's not interested in anything so domestic, he's sure. Not with the conversation they're having right now.

[turned_to_steel]

"Those should be discussed too at some point but, no, that's not the plans I mean right now." She answers, sitting back as she waits for the carriage to start moving. Yes, she was jumping into discussing them again but this is probably one of the times where they can discuss things without being overheard so easily by a servant or someone else. Plus, she hasn't talked to him about it in weeks.

"Did you mean what you said?" She asks, giving him a sideways glance. "About what you want and see for yourself? All of it?"

[littlexfinger]

"I never say anything I don't mean." It's not his fault if others misinterpret what he says, or don't believe that he actually means it.

He just doesn't admit most of it to most people.

He sticks his head out of the carriage window and gives the order to drive.

[turned_to_steel]

Sansa makes a low noise of acknowledgment but chooses to say nothing else as he leans forward to tell the driver to start them on their way. She studies her hands, playing her fingers together like she has a habit of doing whenever she might be nervous or deep in thought. It's easy to tell that she isn't nervous, though.

After awhile, she lifts her head. "It will take time now that winter is here. What are you going to do in the meantime?"

[littlexfinger]

"The best games are those that take so long to play that no one is aware that you are even playing them." Just because winter is almost here, and leaving the Eyrie will be even harder than usual, doesn't mean that he'll be idle. It might even mean that others will get complacent, unaware that he's up to something.

[turned_to_steel]

"So you keep telling me." She has to bite back her own impatience and learn to think more like he did. She had started to at one time but everything with Ramsey had left her itching for revenge. Reminding herself that it would only lead to her downfall if she rushes, she draws in a breath and holds it before letting it out slowly.

"So you may trust me a little, enough to tell me that you want me at your side but nothing else?" She looks over at him.

[littlexfinger]

He's been playing this game for longer than she's been alive. It makes sense that she'd be more impatient than he is. She hasn't played a long game yet.

"The first step is to ensure my control over the Vale. Your assistance could be invaluable in that matter."

[turned_to_steel]

"We agreed that me coming along on this trip and being there at the feast will do that." She agrees, nodding her head while studying the lines of his face. "A continued allegiance to and with Winterfell will continue to help that as well."

[littlexfinger]

He nods, once, in agreement with what she said. "The winter will be an excellent time to cultivate allies outside of the Vale, as well." Including, especially, at Winterfell. Though he suspects that her feelings on an allegiance between him and the Vale would be different than her brother's.

[turned_to_steel]

"If it wouldn't raise so much suspicion and concern, I would suggest staying while you did that." She knows what people would think and say if she stayed at the Eyrie for that long, though. Jon would most definitely have an issue with it and more than likely would send someone to fetch her if it were possible.

Which was laughable considering she was a twice-married woman by now.

[littlexfinger]

"We'll start with just the Vale then." The fact that she's even suggesting staying longer means something, but he also knows that he needs to be careful not to offend the person in charge of Winterfell. At least until that person is not Sansa Stark's brother.

[turned_to_steel]

She watches him as he responds and suddenly she wants to know what he is thinking but she doesn't ask. Nodding, she looks away and lets the silence fill the air between them. She had started the conversation but she lets it drop. If he wants to talk some more, he will need to start the conversation again or find another topic.

She wants to ask him who he has waiting in the wings and what alliances he wants to make but she figures that is something she will have to see with her own two eyes.

[littlexfinger]

"You know the Northmen better than I do. Which of them will take the most convincing to support this cause?" He won't ask which be the easiest. He suspects that none of it will be easy, especially with a new King in the North.

[turned_to_steel]

Sansa considers his question, going through the list of families that she knows and everything she has learned about them. She gives him a small list then, naming each one in order and giving a small reason why he might have trouble convincing them. It probably isn't something that she should share with him considering she is the sister of the King in the North but it isn't information that he can't find out on his own.

"Those would be the most difficult ones." She finishes, chewing lightly at her bottom lip.