This is right now, I'm a fan of the series.

Game of Thrones

a lot and are hoping that the characters we like will still be alive until the final episode. Or he wouldn't die stupidly~~

The skirt fluttered with the strength of the wind. The brooch I made myself was stuck on the right side of my chest. An intricately crafted golden image of a direwolf. It is a symbol that reminds me of where I come from and who I am.

I am the eldest daughter of Eddard/Ned Stark, Ruler of the North. I grew up at Winterfell. And my name is Sansa Stark.

I walked out of Erie Castle alone. Away from the sight of Robin Arin, my mischievous and crazy cousin who would throw ordinary people through the moon gate whenever he displeased me, my aunt Lysa had just died at the hands of her new husband. Tor Belish' or nicknamed Littlefinger who was the one who pushed her into the gates of hell The weather is overcast.

Rain clouds began to move in and covered the surrounding area. But it was still better than sitting in a stupid castle with that crazy cousin. I grabbed the bottom of my long skirt to make walking easier.

Where Erie Castle is located is mostly mountainous. Many huge rocks can be seen from a distance. Even though it is covered with green scenery from grasslands that stretch as far as the eye can see, Not too far down from the castle, there was a large apple tree that was inviting to climb because it was full of bright red apples.

I walked closer But the skirt is not suitable for the activity that is being done. So it needs to be folded up. Then he took off his shoes and walked to reach that tree. My bare feet touched the grass. It is soft and gives a soothing feeling. The damp smell of rain gently blew into my nostrils. Now I may not have anyone left.

My father was killed by King Joffrey. Publicly executed at King's Landing, his mother and eldest brother, Robb, were murdered in cold blood in an event that none of the Northerners will ever forget. 'Blood Wedding' Brother and Three Sisters Brann, Rickon, Arya are what I am quite worried about. There had never been any news about the remaining youngsters at all. Except for his half-brother Jon Snow, who was at the Wall as Commander of the Night's Watch.

The roots of the sheet apple tree spread widely. The fruit that was close to rotting rolled and fell not far from the tree. The good ones are on the upper branches, waiting for someone with enough effort to become the owner of those fresh, sweet, juicy red apples.

Because skirts are not conducive to shooting. So I picked only the fruits I could reach. But it wouldn't be as good as the one on the big branch. and too high to reach

Fresh and crisp is what makes this fruit so delicious. The succulent juices flowed down from the corner of his mouth to his chin. I almost stained my shirt if I didn't quickly wipe it off with my wrist. The sky is still dark The rain clouds were approaching but there was still enough time to walk around for a bit before returning to the castle to shelter from the rain as usual.

The person following was none other than Lord Baelish. White hair on both sides of his head is his signature, along with his mustache and beard, which are trimmed and groomed regularly. I stood and waited for him to come in, not wanting to appear alarmed. Because I was the only person present when Aunt Lysa was thrown into the moon gate.

I lied for him then. The cause was a jealous aunt trying to kill me. Because I happened to see Lord Baelish pretend to kiss me in the garden.

"Hello, Sansa," Lord Baelish walked with his hands behind his back like always.

“Hello, Lord Baelish,” I replied, looking as safe as possible.

“You probably don't know because you're standing under the tree right now. But now I want to tell you that it has started to rain.”

"Thank you for taking the time to tell me, Lord Baelish." I backed into the trees, wanting to be as far away from him as possible.

He walked under the tree and began to expertly climb from trunk to branch. I was deeply worried that he might fall and break his arm or something worse.

“Take it,” Lord Baelish threw the best apple from a large branch.

"Thank you." I took the fruits and made to walk back.

"Aren't you going to walk with me?"

"I'd rather go home alone. Thank you." I walked away. True to what he said. The rain fell softly and hit the surface of the face. And started getting stronger until it hurt.

Lord Baelish approached from behind. Take off his shirt that he wore to cover his head for me. There was only a pair of pants that covered his body. Lightning flashes in the distance. Followed by the sound of thunder that reverberated throughout the sky. I immediately ran into his chest.

"Are you afraid of thunder?"

I didn't answer and instead nodded.

“Better go to the abandoned hut over there. It's raining heavily.” He walked towards the simple structure at the bottom of the hill he stood on. I, who was hiding my face in his chest, could feel the ickiness of the body in front of me. The skin became cold from the rain.

The inside of the hut was dark and humid, but still enough to escape the weather for a while.

Lord Baelish quickly pulled himself away from me. Head straight to the corner of the room where the scrap wood is. Then began to build a fire. The water from the rain and the sweat that had pooled all the way down to the waistband of the pants he was wearing. The flesh on the abdomen can be seen as a layer of skin when sitting. Starts to sag in your mid-thirties. I hung Lord Baelish's cloak over my head on the railing in the hut. and loosen the buttons on the skirt that you are wearing

“Are you very cold?” He who was carefully lighting a fire turned to ask me, who was trembling slightly. Just a few blows of air can make the firewood start to make a crackling sound. and can provide warmth

"A little." I forced myself to lie, but the other person didn't believe him. He walked over and sat on the chair next to me and stared at me.

"You're lying to me, Sansa. You're shaking."

I didn't answer anything and let him talk alone.

"There's nothing to eat here. If you're hungry."

"I know, I guess, Lord Baelish."

"You lied to help me. Why?"

I sat still to find a good answer.

“You helped me escape King's Landing. I consider that a life debt.”

The sound of the rain falling on the ground began to fade. But not enough to walk through. There is the sound of thunder from time to time. I'm shocked every time I hear it. Moreover, he was startled and hugged Lord Baelish who was sitting next to him. The fragrance of the flowers he uses every morning. There is still a faint scent remaining.

His arms wrapped around me tightly to comfort me. I used the palm of my right hand to touch his chest. The other side wraps around the waist.

“I know you want me. Don't force yourself again, Lord."

"Please call me Peter."

"Peter," I said weakly as he breathed against my neck.

"You know that you and I shouldn't-"

“I know that.” I silenced him with a kiss on the lips.

“I must feel sorry for Catelyn's soul.” My mother's name made me uncomfortable for a moment. Lorbelis is considered a friend who grew up with his mother. Now he was caressing her child. It may be considered something that is not right in the eyes of others, but to me, he was just born before. Just older

"I love you Peter."

The wet skirt was gently removed. Even though it was contrary to this hot action

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Lord Baelish asked to make sure.

“I don't care how old you are. You are the person I want to be with.”

“I know, but our current status is that of aunt and nephew. If anyone else finds out about this.."

"Right now we're just the two of us. No one knows. Besides, Aunt Lysa is trying to kill me, you know." I rubbed his chest.

"You've just grown into a young woman."

“Wait until tomorrow, or in ten years, I'll grow up and you'll get older. It's no different. My lord,” Lord Baelish kissed my neck and chest. It's both soft and sensual at the same time. He hugged and picked me up easily. The eyes convey lust. Both hands supported me so that I wouldn't fall to the ground. Our naked breasts touching each other

I let the other party do what they wanted. Before whispering the last sentence to him and starting the next step of playing the love story right now.

"Direwolf and Mockingbird"

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