"You are a great man," Rosso praised.
"Haha.
Well, Rosso, you flatter me too?" Littlefinger chuckled.
"I trust you the most."
"Thank you, my Lord," Rosso said, deeply grateful.
"I am no great man; I am merely someone who constantly seeks a ladder."
"Hmph, but I won't leave King's Landing easily; my ship needs to carry at least one or two guests.
This is my interest in King's Landing," Littlefinger murmured.
"But this task always needs the right person to do it."
The next day, Sansa Stark wore a sky-blue silk gown, her long, curly auburn hair down, and several silver bracelets on her wrist.
She was to accompany King Joffrey and the Queen Regent to the Great Sept of Baelor today.
She was, after all, just a Child of less than twelve, and alone in King's Landing, Sansa felt tormented and afraid, with only a sliver of hope that today would be the sweetest.
Sansa had no companion; the weeping Jeyne had also been taken away, and the servants never spoke to her.
Sansa knew about the people who disappeared from the Tower of the Hand; most of them had fallen into darkness, and Sansa dared not think about it.
Lady Catelyn had only taught her daughters the manners of Riverlands ladies and court etiquette, which Sansa learned well, but this was no longer the age of ladies.
"May the Mother Above protect us, Father, my sister, and me!" Sansa prayed.
Sometimes she would go to the Godswood, which was the faith of House Stark.
House Stark believed in the Old Gods.
Ever since King Robert died hunting, leaving behind a will no one dared discuss in The Red Keep, and Lord Eddard was imprisoned, Sansa knew the atmosphere in The Red Keep had drastically changed.
Sansa had once seen the Throne Room; King Robert's favorite tapestries had all been torn down, piled haphazardly in a corner, and now the walls were bare.
Sansa knew she was no longer welcome; she was the daughter of a traitor.
The Queen Regent granted her the right to move freely within The Red Keep as a reward for her good behavior.
But even so, wherever she went, someone always followed closely.
"These are honor guards for my prospective daughter-in-law," the Queen Regent remarked about the guards watching Sansa, but her tone brooked no refusal.
"Have they all forgotten me?" Sansa had previously murmured greetings to people, but received few responses.
Those nobles now avoided Sansa, fearing to be tainted by misfortune.
There were no friendly faces now; Sansa in the court of King's Landing had become like a ghost, alive but already declared dead.
Jalabhar Xho with his dark face, Ser Aron Santagar with his gloomy expression, and the Redwyne twins, Ser Horas and Ser Hobber... but they all seemed not to recognize Sansa.
Or they recognized her, but avoided her like the plague.
The haggard Lord Gaels covered his face and pretended to cough violently when he saw her approach; and the drunken, utterly comical Ser Dontos was about to greet her when Ser Balon Swann whispered a few words in his ear, and he turned away.
Despite this, Sansa looked forward to today's good news; she had pleaded with Queen Cersei and King Joffrey, and today at the Great Sept of Baelor, Eddard would also receive fair treatment.
This was the only good news Sansa had received recently.
"Come along, Miss Sansa," the White Knight, Ser Boros, said gruffly in an unmistakable tone.
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