Jeyne Arryn,

"My Lady Tully, please leave the Vale at once, I have everything covered here." That was the very first thing she said to Lysa Arryn, upon seeing her sagging upon Jon Arryn's silver Falcon Throne. She was dressed in a midnight colored dress, which Jeyne assumed she wore because she was in mourning for Jon Arryn, her late husband and the father of Robert Arryn, her only son and child thus far. Her eyes were watery, her face was puffed up like a puffer-fish of sorts, and she looked slightly overweight, with large, sagging breasts and robust hips. Her almost squinted blue eyes looked at her with a great deal of suspicion, as she approached Jeyne from her position from Jon's throne. She looked so robust sitting on her throne, so scrunched up, that her getting up from her position seemed to relieve whatever pain she was having, as she huffed redundantly as she got off her throne. After doing that almost painful looking task, Lysa then dramatically approached her as she took tiny steps down the pearl white steps, with her watery blue eyes firmly fixated on Robert, whom she was holding in arms, with a something of sinister smile on her face, which gave Jeyne some goosebumps. It was rather unnerving, seeing those meaty lips of Lysa's giving anything but a perpetual frown.

"No, Jeyne Arryn, you will give me my son and leave, or you'll be joining Jon Arryn, your uncle, in the after life." She responded in turn, as she stared at her boy, of whom Jeyne had picked up and carried in here like a toddler. He was hugging Jeyne tightly, as she saw the look on Lysa's almost-vicious like puffed up face. Jeyne wasn't scared of the woman; if she was killed, than Robert would join her, leaving Lysa all alone as both a Kinslayer of her own beloved son, and the murderess of Stannis Baratheon's lovely Lady consort. It wouldn't end well for her, that was for certain. Stannis would hunt her across the Seven Kingdoms and beyond if Lysa decided to do to murder her or even hurt her in the slightest - for Stannis was the kind of man that would do anything for his family, and she knew it well. He defended her honor countless times in court whenever Cersei hurled an insult about her in his face, like a fickle she-bitch who cared very little about anyone or anything besides for herself and her own brood. She had no heard Cersei say anything positive about other any woman in the court - most likely because half of them were likely in bed with Robert, but that was not the point, she doubted Cersei liked other woman.

"No." Jeyne responded simply, unafraid of her, as the boy hugged against her ever-so tightly.

She tried getting the boy out of her reach, for the boy to instead lung and bite Lysa, which caused the woman to gasp and walk away from him immediately. To Jeyne personally, that was a clear indication of whom he was choosing to trust in this moment. He hadn't bitten herself, no, instead he whispered gently into her ear, and she could smell his breath - which smelled pleasantly of roses and a soapy smell, as she had forced him to watch his teeth on their way here - it was not a bothersome activity, for there were plenty of gentle rivers and streams a strewed across Westeros; the moist scent of roses were from the roses he had picked for her on their way here, even though the lovely collection had died rather unfortunately on their way to the Eyrie. Even though she had managed to save one of little red petal by sticking it into her journal, which Stannis had given to her on the eve of their first Wedding anniversary, as he knew that she loved to write things, like the worried, nervous person she was. She had always been a sucker for taking track of supplies and whatnot as well - which is one of the reasons why Jon Arryn had made her the Guide for the various expeditions of people wishing to speak to him, for she'd note everything down in her journal, the environments, the people, and she had even mapped out a system inside of her journal to insure that she'd wouldn't get lost leading them from point A to point B. It was a shame that journal had been lost though, and thus she had to rely on someone else to get her up the Eyrie safely - she wasn't so arrogant that she wouldn't accept help on something that she hadn't been up for nearly a decade anyhow, and besides, only a fool wouldn't accept aid on the treacherous slopes of the Eyrie for they could easily find themselves being ambushed by the dangerous Wildings that hid their cunning traps upon unsuspecting fools coming into the Eyrie.

"Jenny, mummy's scaring me with her tryin' to take me away from you." He said quietly, holding onto her even stronger as a result of Lysa's efforts to peel the boy off of her. The look on Lysa's face was distraught, which she couldn't blame her for, when she realized she was having no effect on Robert's hold of her currently. Jeyne gently tried comforting the boy by patting him on the head and gently telling him everything was gonna be just fine - to prevent him from having one of those bloody attacks he sometimes got when he was scared, but he wasn't shaking thankfully, no he was remaining completely still in her arms, to her great relief.

"Lysa, your scaring your boy..." She stated softly, knowing full to well about his condition. It worried her, because it might start up acting up even with Maester Cressen home remedy for his shaking symptoms.

"Please mummy, please leave, I command you too as your Lord. I command you to go back to the Riverlands to grandfather, as Lord of the Eyrie and of the Vale itself, I demand you to do so in a timely manner, to allow Jeyne to pick out and appoint my regent." He had said this as Jeyne put the boy on the floor, as to allow him to walk, and he had walked straight up to his rather heartbroken looking mother to say this. She sobbed besides herself, which made Jeyne feel a little bad, but it was good to see that Maester Cressen's rather short training of the boy had some affect on him, as he stared directly into her blue eyes as he said this to his own mother of all things. She sobbed besides herself, and ran off immediately, not even bothering with the lad anymore, as the cream/blue guards came to collect her. They were simply following their lords orders on what to do with Lady Tully, even though she was putting up quite the pathetic show, as if she could get pity points out of her just after she threatened to murder her. She'd feel no pity for Lady Tully's appeal, but would watch the show she was putting up, with nothing more than a straight face. It seemed to make Lady Tully angry, that she was just watching her petty party with the guards, but Jeyne knew that Lady Tully could do her no harm, as Jeyne was being surrounded by guards to protect her person. She stood back from the scene, as the guards took Lady Tully away. She wondered what Lord Hoster, the lady's father, would do with his rather depressed daughter when he got her? She hoped whatever it was, it was to comfort whatever pains pained Lady Tully at this interval.

Robert didn't even look at his own mother, as she tried fruitlessly to appeal to his mercy, as the little boy begun an up-taking up the shimmering white stairs, to the platform where the Arryn Throne sat. She also noted that the little boy was watching each step carefully to avoid falling off suddenly, or losing his balance and what not, but Jeyne was sure he'd surely end up there, and was encouraging him in this, by standing on top of the platform to tell him he was being amazingly strong, like his father, which resulted in him giving her smiles as he pushed on. She'd had offered to help him get there by carrying him up the steps, but he had refused to do it independently - without her assistance. She was proud of him for doing so - it showed character on his part.

"Jeyne, I'm a Lord, a Lord must do his own lifting, or else they might be seen as weak by his people, Jeyne. Stannis once told me, when he found out that my father was dead, that all Lords must be confident in their abilities, and must be seen capable to carry load of their people upon their backs - and by me doing this, despite my shaking symptoms, I figure I'm metaphorically carrying the Eyrie and it's inhabitants upon my back." He said with something of a smile. She admired his willingness to do this, despite his outer weakness - for internally to her at least, he seemed strong. She'd think he'd make a good Lord someday someday with that kind of galvanize attitude he was showing at the moment.

"Stannis would be proud of you." She responded, smiling at him.

"Yes, I figured he would. I'm also doing this for you too, Jenny, and for Steffon. Can you tell him I'm doing this? He'd be proud of me right?" He sounded slightly insecure - but he was getting up the stairs in good time. Soon enough, he'd be at the head of the chair. She'd also offer to get him off of there too, but he gave her waved her effort away, as he succeeded his metaphorical exodus onto the silver Arryn chair with a minimal effort seeing as the chair wasn't very tall, and sat on it promptly, like a proper Lord. She ran to his right side, to hold his hand, to show that she was pleased and joyed for his mini-sub adventure on the stairs leading up to the Falcon Chair. She was indeed proud of him, for preserving on through the chair obstacle, despite his illness and weak body. It showed a lot about his character, for him to be able to do this -and the best part was, that she saw that he had not once shaked at all during this time.

"I'm personally proud of you for preserving to where you currently are, despite your illness, sweetie, it makes you seem so strong to me." She was so thrilled about this - when they first got him, he was so arrogant, that he assumed he could beat Steffon at sword's play, which he soon learned wasn't true. It would seem now, that he had been humbled by his rather limited express with her family at Storm's End, which was a good thing -the Vale was need of a strong ruler in the days to pass.

"Thank you, my Lady, I hope to see that weakness, as you put it, does not affect my character. In fact, I hope to be a great ruler, the kind of that father wanted me to be." He responded, softly, as he leaned back on the chair. He was so small, so weak looking externally, but yet he looked so strong to her, as mighty as the Dragon Kings of whom seated on the vast Iron Throne. She thought he'd look positively grand with the Falcon Crown upon his auburn curls, because in her mind, he'd look fabulous sitting there. He looked the part of a leader, despite being only a mere child of five, so she only assumed that he'd grow into his position as a ruler with a level of ease.

She nodded - as for his comments about Jon at least, at least he died before another one of his family died. She had been so close to being Jon's heir, when his two other spare heirs died during Robert's Rebellion - and she knew it too, he had so often, but it seemed rather disheartened almost, that he hadn't allowed her to be Lady Jeyne Arryn of the Eyrie. She had wondered why he hadn't, until she realized; that he had always meant to marry her off to some High Lord and that her being ruling Lady in her own right had never been in the cards for her. Not even after they died, and Jon was left virtually devoid of any potential male heirs besides for herself, of course, he had never changed his mind about her fate as a mere Consort. She supposed she should be insulted by it, but the world had never been fair - especially not for noble woman, like herself.

Catelyn,

"Where's my sister." Catelyn Stark was outraged by the news, for she had with her the very man that caused the downfall of her baby boy - and not to mention, she hadn't heard any reports of Lysa leaving these towers in sometime. But she had heard that the Lord of the Eyrie had returned from Storm's End back to the Eyrie in recent months, alongside Lord Baratheon's vibrant wife, Lady Arryn. But she had no idea if this was really true or not, given how reports could very well be misleading. But she wanted justice for Bran, her baby, of whom he pushed off a building - she knew it, she had his knife, even though he claimed otherwise, of course, but he could very well be lying, so why would she trust his words?

"In the Riverlands, Cat. She's been gone for weeks now as Lady Arryn had kicked her out." He sighed. Those words hurt her - she possibly could've encountered her on her way to the inn. She had no idea honestly - would Lady Arryn accept them? Or would she even care about them and their problems?

"What happened? Why would she leave the Eyrie? I have so many questions, and I'd prefer them to be answered." The Dwarf was smiling, as the men hold him with ropes. She felt like he was mocking her with his smile. It looked to her, like her plan was falling apart by the seams, as she had plans to see her sister whom could give her the proper justice she required for her son - by this murder's hands, more or less.

"Because Lady Arryn kicked her out when she arrived with the little Lord in tow, but young Robert says I should stay. He says he feels more secure because I'm here - and Lady Arryn doesn't object to my presence here. It's glad to feel welcomed, at the very least, but I should be wary about you and your prisoner I would assume seeing as he's been chained- the gracious Lady might not accept you and might export you out of the Vale immediately, in order to avoid whatever wroth the Lannister's might have for you kidnapping one of their own - for the good Lady most likely does not wish to be seen as treasonous to the Crown. But your welcome to try and get her to judge him, if that's your intent here, but otherwise, I wish you all the best, Cat." His advice did not give Catelyn much hope, as the large door of the Bloody Gate opened, letting them through. Would Lady Arryn accept their presence, or otherwise? Or would this all be for nought? She wondered this, without much hope in her heart left - that he'd be able to get away with his crime, on the order of Lady Arryn of whom refused to answer them. She hoped that Lady Arryn could see a criminal for what he really was - and had any justice in her heart, or anything related to a mother's love for a child. She was here afterall, to seek justice for the attempt on Brandon's life. She had seen that assassin of his, of whom bore the Valyrian steel of this impudent dwarf's, for what reason and purpose had attempted to murder her child -but as to why, she had no idea, and had tried asking him this, but he refused to answer her on this, saying it was Littlefingers doing for it was not his steel, but Petyr Baelish's, but as far she could see she had no idea if she could believe his words as fact, for he might by attempting to fool her with some cunning lies. Only justice would tell if he were innocent or not - if of course, Jeyne Arryn would Shepard her just cause. Time would only tell if Jeyne had a heart or not, or if she'd be turned away cold by Lady Arryn's council on the matter.

"Well, I see you have a problem Lady Stark - should we turn around and let us be taken by my father's folks? They're sure to find us sooner or later, my dearest Lady." The dwarf's commentary on the situation was not helping the matters at t'all. She frowned at him, as the party of four continued through the vast gate, on their way to the Vale Guide, whom would guide them up the mountain safely - or at least as safely as possible, Catelyn did not wish to be attacked by the barbaric wildings she had heard so much about. She could only hope that they were less savage than the wildings they had on the other side of the Wall, or even be less dangerous, but those were frivolous thoughts - these wildings were an ever present danger to the Eyrie, and thus caution must be taken with them.

"We can only hope that Lady Arryn can accept justice for a son." She'd say matter of factly. Or she has no idea on a mother's love for a child. She'd walk with confidence, for lacking in it would only serve to make her look fool-hardy if she didn't act this way - if she acted weak in any way now, than everything would fall apart now from the seems upward, and she could not allow that to come to pass. She had to be strong, it was the only way that she could possibly seem that way, even though inertly she could feel her plans turn to dust, and thus, she felt as weak as she did when she first heard that her son had fallen off and hurt himself. She could never let anyone know of course, that her plan hinged on Lady Arryn's mercy.