Game of Thrones: Deadly Alliances

Chapter 25 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.

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Catelyn

Catelyn sighed as she prepared herself for her meeting with Petyr. She reflected on when she revealed the truth of her parentage to Mya. Mya had been shocked, startled; she admitted that she had guessed her father was a nobleman. But it had never crossed her mind she was the bastard daughter of the former King.

'Yet she wishes to remain; she cares little for her parentage, only for tending her mules.' Catelyn thought to herself. 'Yet she seemed curious about Gendry, a half-brother she never even knew.'

Shaking her head, Catelyn ensured her dress was perfect; she wanted to ensure her plan would work and her dress was in fact a vital part of it. It was something that she could use to lead Petyr towards the subject she wished to bring him into. Her dress was in fact a deep black mourning dress, she had worn it for Ned, yet here she was wearing it again. While part of her plan, she still felt it was genuine, the pain of his loss still affected her deeply.

She let out a slow breath. 'Ned; Gods I miss you so…Are you looking down on us, are you proud of what Robb has accomplished, proud of Bran, happily married…Our children have grown so much. Please Ned, if you are there, guide me, guide me to success, please.'

Composing herself she left the room, Mya had stayed at Catelyn's request to help her change into her mourning gown before leaving. She made her way to the room Petyr had arranged for them to wait, praying her plan would be successful.

She soon entered the room and spotted Petyr waiting for her. He was smiling; completely calm and confident, as if he was certain nothing could happen. She saw his gaze flicker however, briefly show anger, as he noted how she was attired. Yet he quickly recovered and smiled again.

"Welcome Cat; so, I understand you wanted to speak to me." He greeted her casually.

Catelyn nodded. "Yes, Petyr…I've come to plead with you, I've made my case, why must you refuse. We could use the Vale's help."

Petyr shook her head. "Cat, I've made things clear; we are not endangering ourselves by getting involving in your son's efforts to stage another war, or an upstart's foolish attempts to steal the crown."

"That is not what I ask of you Petyr; you know that, but you cannot accept it." She replied calmly. "I told you before, this is not another war, it is still the same war, it never stopped."

Petyr sighed and Cat knew he was gearing up to try and distract her; she was ready for it however. In fact she was hoping he would, hoping he would try to do so the way she expected, giving her a chance to steer things the way she wanted to.

Sure enough Petyr's gaze ran up and down over her, as she had hoped.

"You know, you are still a beautiful woman Cat." He remarked. "But black really doesn't suit you. Do you really intend to mourn Ned forever? You still have the chance to be happy, to make the right man happy."

Catelyn nodded before replying. "Indeed, you are right, I could; perhaps I will marry again…If I ever find a man who is Ned's equal."

Petyr's expression dropped. "Are you saying I'm not?"

"Not if what I've just heard is true." She replied; knowing she had him now. "If what Lysa told me is true."

Petyr paused, looking uncertain. "Your sister Cat, I'm afraid your sister…"

Catelyn cut him off as she explained. "Lysa wrote a letter to me before she died Petyr, with instructions for it to be sent upon her death…It was rather interesting what it contained."

"Oh and what was that?" He queried; raising a sceptical eyebrow.

Catelyn looked him seriously. "She spoke of how she was the one to poison Jon Arryn, the very event which led to this war starting…Upon your urging."

Petyr froze at that and Cat continued. "It was you wasn't it Petyr, you are the one who exploited this chaos, started this war, for your own gain."

Petyr glared and shook his head. "Cat, your sister was clearly mad, you believe her ravings…"

"Petyr." She interrupted him in a clipped tone. "You've always claimed that you loved me. If that even remotely true…tell me the truth."

Petyr froze, she could see the indecision in his eyes. She could only hope that her words had got through, that this was the right thing.

Finally after a long and tense silence; Petyr sighed and shook his head.

"Oh Cat, how could you understand?"

She shook her head. "Try me, I might, if you explain it."

He sighed again and then spoke. "Cat; I…You are right of course, Lysa was right. I did so, but only because I wanted to correct an injustice. You were stolen from me, for nothing more than our place in society. Chaos is a ladder Cat; that was my chance, to become worthy, in the eyes of those fools who think they can run everything."

He continued with his explanation, always trying to justify himself, but it was clear his actions were unconscionable. That was all Cat needed to hear; in the end, when he finished he turned to her and shook his head.

"Don't you see Cat, don't you understand?" He asked her desperately.

Catelyn nodded. "Indeed…Is that enough for you, my Lords?"

Petyr froze and looked around in shock; since at Cat's words, the Lords of the Vale, including Robin, emerged from their hiding places, all of them glaring angrily at Petyr, Robin was extremely agitated.

"You killed my mother!" He yelled. "He killed my mother, make him fly!"

Petyr stepped back, looking around in shock and dismay, Cat smiled; it had worked, there was no denying it now, they had heard the truth from his own lips.

It was not long afterwards that order was restored. In a rage Petyr had tried to grab Cat and use her as a shield. But Cat had come with a surprise, cutting his hand with the dagger she had worn, hidden within the folds of her dress. He was soon arrested and taken away to be imprisoned and would meet his execution soon.

"Aunt Cat, are you sure about this?" Robin asked her, worriedly.

Catelyn nodded. "Yes Robin; it is for the best, my place is with my children."

Robin bit his lip but nodded; he had tried to convince her to stay in safety in the Vale again. The new regent, Lord Yohn Royce approached her.

"My lady, I understand you are still seeking aid?" He queried and Cat nodded. "Well; the Vale shall answer you, we will send our best to aid you."

She smiled, grateful. "Thank you My Lord."

She had accomplished her mission; soon she would be returning to the Riverlands, there she hoped to meet with good news and introduce the Vale as allies to Robb and Gendry. That wasn't all too, it suddenly became apparent that Mya had decided to accompany them; apparently to care for the horses. But Catelyn suspected that she was hoping to, at least once, meet her half-brother Gendry.

End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.