He was not the first person I met at the Kings Landing – oh no, I can't even recall who was. But little I care. This enigma of a man, however, was one amongst those to greet me first for they were curious of my humble persona. As I've learned soonish, no stranger escaped his attention – in fact I doubt anything ever does. He is cautious and attentive, twisted and sly, deviated in a way. But those are qualities that attracted me.
To this day he fascinates me – he is my inspiration, my fright, my crush and my insecurities. We built this odd relationship of semi-trust from a scratch and I could never shake the feeling there is something he has planned for me…
"This man only loves himself", they say. Oh, I believe them, I truly do. As well as I believe he only lets people close for the benefit of his own interest and I'm not likely to be an exception. But I can't fight it. It's said the opposites attract each other, but me and him are the same – two pieces of a jigsaw that cling together perfectly. Vile and dangerous, yet never giving an alarm of that. Feared but respected. Yes, that's us.
Little do Westerosi know, but this particular man is beneficial to me as well. And for all I know – he is aware. I read him like an open book, and he sees my soul just as clear. How odd it is to meet yourself in another person! Especially when they are not related to you. We were born to different mothers and in different worlds, by location and time. But here we are. The twists of fate and ill odds brought both of us here, to the Kings Landing and it was only a matter of time when would we meet.
The wait was long enough, therefore we were at least granted the first encounter nearly right upon my arrival. Could it be destiny? Did we meet because we were mean to, did we find each other and are to unite to remake the one grand thing we were until the Gods separated our soul into two? We must have been a devil himself. I don't know. But for now I cherish every moment, and every time we meet.
Both of us are careful and slow, exploring each other with a cautiousness you need when crossing a frozen lake. One wrong step and the ice breaks, letting the cold dark waters to devour you, trapping your soul in the eternal frost and darkness. However, each day we get closer to the safe ground. We grow confident and trust each other more by each moment we share. I feel it and I know he does. Rush is for the fools anyway, and the game we play has too much charm to stop. We're loving it, we're testing each other...And we fear each other.
By any means, he isn't the only person I've developed a firm relationship with – oh no. And the others, that count themselves as my trusted, tell me to stay away, naming him as a dangerous man. No doubt he is, but do they know who am I? No, not a single of them can tell the evil thoughts I harbour, the lust for power I battle daily. No one but him, the man I dare to announce as my soul mate.
They call him Littlefinger.
I call him Petyr.
Petyr Baelish.