What do you hope to see from Sansa & Petyr in the books?
mainly an ambiguous mixture of admiration and cunning, coming from both parties. i want them to be in awe of each other’s duplicity. i want them to be fond of each other (which they already are) while at the same time constantly dancing on the edge of betrayal.
i want to see power plays and power shifts as sansa comes to know him and his weaknesses better. i also want some form of intellectual intimacy between them and by this i mean that i want them to gossip together and share worldviews and compare their experiences of the world.
i also hope that she eventually sees his scar and instead of pitying him, tells him that the mark has given him an advantage, because it’s what petyr needs to hear; that his childhood fancy made him stronger, rather than weaker. just as sansa’s idealized world of courtly love and human kindness has made her braver instead of just a “stupid little girl”. i want them to see that they’re both cynical romantics who might have thrived under different circumstances. but i also want sansa to tell him that she is his better, fulfilled self. because even if petyr had not been shamed as a child, he might still have had a taste for brewing chaos. so, in order for her to grow and survive, sansa must kill the self that cannot survive, which is him - petyr. (in the world after the Long Night, there will be no place for someone like him)
basically i want his death to have poetry, and i only want it to be at her hand because she is the only one he will allow to kill him. because even though she will almost hate him for what he’s done to start the war of the five kings, she’s the only one who will understand why he did it, why he truly did it. and it will be enough for him to be seen, not by catelyn stark or catelyn’s double in her daughter, but by another human being, who sees him as an equal.
Petyr put a finger under her chin. “That Royce glimpsed this
pretty face I do not doubt, but it was one face in a thousand. A man
fighting in a tourney has more to concern him than some child in the
crowd. And at Winterfell, Sansa was a little girl with auburn hair. My
daughter is a maiden tall and fair, and her hair is chestnut. Men see
what they expect to see, Alayne.”
A la Recherche du Temps Perdu & Springtime by Charles Amable Lenoir + Sansa Stark and Alayne Stone