Alayne

She knocked at the door.
A voice came from behind it. "Yes?"
Alayne opened the door and went inside. Petyr was hunched over many pieces of paper. A single candle burned on his desk.
"You asked to see me father?" Alayne asked.
"I did." He fumbled through his piles of paper, and pulled a single piece out. Petyr held it in his hands as if it were a baby. "I'm writing a letter to lady Waynwood. Tell me what you think."
He handed her the letter.

Dear Lady Waynwood,
It is that time again and the household of the eyrie my retreat the gates of the moon for winter. I write this letter to invite you to come stay with us here.
Lord Robert's health is better now we are here. He has become very attached to my daughter Alayne. A beautiful girl. She is almost fifteen. Right to be married.
I trust your ward Harry is well. I hear he won a tournament recently? How wonderful. I suppose I must refer to him as ser now?
Now onto the matter of your debt. You promised me 50,ooo dragons? I have had no money sent to me.
Just a thought- Maybe I could forget your debt? 50,000 dragons really isn't that much.
In return for a wedding.
My daughter and your ward?
In any case. I hope you can join us for a few weeks.

Lord Protector of the Vale. Lord of Harrenhall and Lord Husaband of the late Lysa Tully.
Petyr Baelish

"A bit straightforward father?" Alayne asked.
"An innocent mind like yours would think that." He smiled. "You see, Lady Anya wood never spend the money bringing the majority of her household to the gates of the moon. Unless she knew she was getting something. By forgiving her debt. She will come here and push Harry into asking for your hand."
"Why do you lie about Sweetrobin's health?" Alayne asked. Robert's health had been extremely bad and he had been confined to his rooms by maester Coleman.
"Everyone knows Robert will die. Some more than others. Should Lady Anya realise this, She will think that Harry will become the Lord of the Vale. And think that there may be someone more promising to be his wife. We must not let her think this." He smiled and took a sip of wine.
She looked at him in disgust. "Why do you let Robert suffer? Why don't you just poison him and get it over with?"
He took her seriously. "Not until you are married. If I poison him now. Harrold will be the Lord of the Vale. He will be buried in marriage proposals."
"Ah. Is that all you want of me father. May I retire?"
"Not quite yet. There are chests over there in the corner. Gifts for you."
Alayne got up and went to the chests in the corner. She gasped at them.
"Oh. Thank-you!" There must have been at least twenty dresses in there. Many more pieces of jewelry and other items of clothing.
"You like them?"
"I love them... only, you tease me for I cannot wear these. For only a woman of true birth could wear these dresses."
"Nonsense. You are the daughter of the Lord protector. The stepsister of the Lord of the Vale. No one is going to tell you that you cannot wear a certain colour or come give your father a kiss."
Sansa got up and kissed her father on the cheek.
"I will have them brought up to your chambers. You may go."
Alayne smiled and left the room.

Randa came up to her rooms to explore the new clothes Alayne's father had given her. Ten of the dresses were clearly formal and fourteen were for day wear. Alayne saw all colours of the rainbow. Blues and greens to reds and purples.
"I'd ask to borrow these dresses but your tiny!" Randa held a lacey plum dress up to front.
"You can wear some of the jewelry. I don't think I'll be able to wear all of it."
"Only. I don't mean to hurt your feelings, but. Well, You're a bastard and these clothes. Their for a noble lady. You're not really meant to wear these sorts of dresses."
Alayne sighed. "I know. I told him that. He said no one was going to tell me off for wearing them so it didn't matter."
"Well, no one is going to come up to you directly and say that no, but you may get a few odd stares."
"Yeah well, who cares? My...father said it would be alright."
"What's going on with him?"Myranda asked, now rummaging through the jewelry box.
"Nothing...he's just mourning, and he has a lot of work to do. He's really stressed."

People did turn their heads when sansa walked through the courtyard the next morning wearing a blue gown decorate with ivory swirls. It was cut low at breast and had a silver belt which came in tight at the waist. Her cloak matched with the same fabric. White fur lined the top of it. Alayne didn't usually bother with her hair but today but she felt her hair should match the beauty of her dress. She pulled her hair back, let a small bit fall down on her face. She did a round plait and let the loose hair fall down her shoulders and over her breasts.

Randa was waiting for her at the gates. She was jealous of Alayne's new clothes and wanted some new dresses. Luckily the fabric stool had just had a new shipping in. They had invited Mya to come with them but she wasn't interested.
They bought honey nut sticks and went to the seamstresses. There Randa picked out a silver dress with a plum coloured over jacket with long sleeves. Wispy silk fell from her waist, lined by myrish lace.
"I heard our father's have invited the Waynwoods to come stay with us?" Randa told Alayne as the seamstress measured her waist.
"Yes. Well." Alayne started. "It would be a horrible journey. Being really cold...and winter is coming."
Randa frowned, "Aren't those the stark words?"
"Erm. I think so."
"Whatever happened to them? I never met the family, I know Eddard was beheaded. Robb and Catelyn were killed at the Red wedding. The younger boys were murdered by the greyjoy boy. What hap
pened to the girls? I swear there were two of them?"
"Yes. Sansa and Arya."
"Oh yes! Sansa disappeared the night king Joffrey died. What happened to her? I...I dunno. Maybe some lord is hiding her. Passing her off as his daughter? What do you think happened?"
"I don't think so. That seems a bit stupid and risky to me. I mean what if they were caught?"
"True. What about the younger one?"
"She escaped."

"You asked to see me father?" Alayne entered her father's study.
He grinned and waved a letter. "My sweet Alayne. We have news from Ironoaks."
"Iron oaks is the seat of house Waynwood, right father?"
"Yes, It is."
"What does the letter say?"
"They'll be here in two weeks. Here read the letter."

Lord Baelish,
We are glad that Lord Robert is better. We should see him to full health.
We would be glad to come to the gates of the moon for a few weeks, thank-you for the offer.
Unfortunately we are not able to pay our debt, Therefore the marriage of your daughter to Harry would be welcomed by us. But only if Harry wishes it.
We will see you in two weeks.

Anya Waynwood.

"We best prepare for a wedding." Littlefinger smiled deviously.
"I am married father." Alayne whispered.
"A marriage never consummated. An almost certainly dead husband. Easily set aside."
"Yes father."