Thread: GoT - A Wolf and a Mockingbird (Miss Tris x Shadows)

His eyes nearly lowered as Sansa made clear how aware she was of what little his word of loyalty was worth to her or anybody else. Over the years, Littlefinger had conspired with, used and discarded countless people on every side of the field in the hopes of clawing his way one step closer to his end goal. It was a fact that Sansa had been made painfully aware of in more ways then one since the day hed rescued her from the Lannisters, only for her savior to play her like a pawn when it suited him best. Deep down, it may be one of the few acts of cruelty that the man held any regret over, but it was a cruelty which hed willfully performed nonetheless. The older male held his tongue at her leering gaze, while at the same time struggling to find the words that might best satisfy her accusation when given the opportunity. This allowed Sansa ample opportunity to further call him out as his eyes followed her until she moved behind his kneeling form. And not just for what hed done to her, but to Lysa, her aunt and the previous woman that hed swore his love, loyalty and devotion toward. A woman that Lord Baelish had quite literally thrown away after what little usefulness she had left had become overshadowed by the burden of continuing to satisfy her emotional needs. An act which the man held little regret toward, save for the mistrust it helped to brew within the young woman pacing with intent around the room. When she returned to standing before him, the older male could only gaze upward in return at this lovely, crafty young woman. As she completed saying her piece, Littlefinger knew that his options were few, with none of them likely to result in any better of a turn out for himself then to comply with everything she wished. It wasnt the first time that Lord Baelish had needed to do bend to anothers will to achieve his own goals, but this was perhaps the first time it happened while faced with somebody so familiar with how he worked or who had something he desired beyond his quest for power. My lady. The man finally spoke when allowed, as a short pause followed while he gathered his words, before continuing, I know that my actions have hurt you many times over in the past. Injuries for which, I realize, no simple apology could ever hope to fully amend. But you must believe me, that what I feel for you is far different from what I felt for any other. There was truth to that. What hed come to feel for Sansa was far different from what there was with Lysa and even different from what hed genuinely felt for her mother. Sansa had seen sides of Petyr that Catelyn had never witnessed or could dare to imagine, even after she began to become aware of his true self during her final days. There was something oddly liberating about having a person in his life that knew him this well, even if it made controlling or manipulating them far more difficult then he was used to dealing with. Those eyes stared upward into Sansas own from his lowered position, as that silver tongue relented to the situation at hand, with Lord Baelish swearing to her, Whatever it is that you require of me. Whatever it takes to prove to you both my loyalty and my devotion. You need only speak it and it shall be done. While it was hard to say how much of what he said was truthful and how much was him playing the part, there was truth, at least, in his conviction to doing what it took to regain Sansas favor.