Little Finger

You stare around the vastly large room not seeing Lord Petyr Baelish. You been watching for years at how he move the pieces around the board. You also knew how this season would end. But with you changing so much of the script. This could be somehow saving his life.

You said to your beautiful soon to be fuck meat, "Sansa where is Little Finger."

She ate a small piece of bread then said. "I don't know. Probably off planning all of our demises."

You sat up beckoning over a group of four men in armor. "I need all of you. To protect me as I look for Little Finger. I need to chat with him about Sansa and his forces." You say giving Sansa a reason to leave.