Since the King and Queen plus countless retainers, were currently visiting the King's relatives in the Stormlands, Lysa's husband was ruling fully as Hand in the Capital and the daily Court life was only functional and not as splendid as it was when the Royal family was in the Red Keep.
Lysa stayed thus nearly secluded in the Tower of the Hand for the following days too, just with the servants and her husband around her, well and her husband was not just around but also on top of her too of course.
Damn the old stubborn Fool for being so desperately in need for an heir, that he was trying his laughable best to spawn a new falcon in her as often as he managed to get his member stiff enough.
Well, she had always used the times under him to let her mind wander around, that had been so in her first life and that was true too in this life, with but one major difference now.
Had she before thought about Petyr and related stuff or about new luxury items for herself, she now thought about the possible men which she might take for a lover as soon as possible.
And to be honest, she figured out that there were not many men who would be useful for her and who would not tell her husband about an affair.
Quite the opposite actually, for Lysa knew that she was not really popular here nor anywhere else.
Most men who had a halfway good standing would tell her husband that she, the young Lady Arryn was trying to start an affair and this wreck the impeccable and oh so important honor of House Arryn.
Well, thought Lysa to herself and those few men with a halfway good standing who would not tell her husband of her intentions, were most likely as horrible as Petyr later on.
It was a dilemma, it really was. She thought about taking a man of lower standing as lover, someone who would be too dependant on her and thus so thankful towards her that he would never betray her and never blackmail her, but she has no idea how to find a lover that way either.
It is not as if she can just wander around in King's landing and search for the ideal lover, she thinks to herself with annoyance.
She just cannot really leave the Red Keep without Guards and she cannot approach servants in the Red Keep either.
And those servants in the Tower are true to her damned husband.
Ohh, she sighs, if only she would have a way to leave the Tower whenever she wants and with no one being the wiser to her comings and goings.
And then she remembers the tunnel from the Tower to the whorehouse of the Summerlander woman.
The tunnel which Petyr had sometimes used, back then in her first life, when she and this horrible Littlefinger had started their affair.
If this tunnel had been useful then, then it surely could be useful for her now too, even if this idea forces her to make nice with whores and the lot.
Well, thinks Lysa to herself with a bit of wry humor, not too different from being in Petyr's company back then, he had been a Whoremonger too after all.
She reminds herself once more to stop thinking about him and instead to start planning on how she would have to figure out a deal with the Summerlander brothelowner.