286 AC in King's Landing...
In the end, it had been astonishingly easy to use the secret way to the tunnel and then the tunnel itself to the brothel of Chataya. And the Summer Islands born woman herself had been very very accommodating and businesslike in her understanding of Lysa's questions and ideas.
Maybe just out of curiosity but maybe also it seemed to amuse the beautiful and very experienced woman to speak with the young wife of the second most important man of the Kingdoms about potential lovers.
It surely was this but also the very heavy purse filled with 300 dragons, which Lysa had back then, at the very first meeting, laid into the hands of the Summer Islander woman, which in the end had let Chataya agree to help the wife of the Lord Hand in finding secretly a perfect lover and to keep quiet about it.
In the many moons since this first meeting between the two of them, Lysa had received six tiny notes, always brought by her new maid with a very sweet cup of tisane and then in the night Lysa had made her way towards the brothel, only to find that the men which Chataya had thought to be interesting enough, were lacking in hers, Lysa's eyes in some way or the other.
At least the trips were not completely a loss for herself, the young Lady Arryn, seeing as she learned the ways of pleasure which her body could experience with the hands and help of the Summer Islander woman in these nights.
And to think about, how often she, Lysa had thought that her formerly beloved and now hated Petyr had known how to make her feel well and desired in the carnal way, only to find now much more pleasures and more desires awakend and also sated in the bed of this beautiful female whorehouseowner.
But it had not always been pleasure which her body had experienced in these last moons, for she had to endure the weight of her husband on her body often enough to get pregnant once more too, only to have to experience another miscarriage five moons into the pregnancy, just like in her first life.
This last miscarriage had happened nearly two moons ago and Lysa knew that her husband would demand her soon to do here dreaded duty to him once again, especially now since the golden haired bitch had given birth to her first son.
Lysa remembered all to well the Lannister pestilence which had been infiltrated the Red Keep with every year more and she often had found herself thinking that this beautiful but beastly Queen really had to be taken down alongside with her bastards.
Because they had been the reason that the world had gone into madness in her last life after, they and Petyr.
But she, Lysa would make sure that Petyr would never reach the heights of political standing which had had in her first life and she would also try to make sure that this damn Cersei would not be able to ruin the Kingdoms and especially hers, Lysa's life like she had done in the last time.
The Lionborn whore and her damn bastards, bastards born out of incest on top of it, Lysa thinks with smirk. Oh, she remembers the letter of her goodbrother well enough from her first life, dutiful Ned Stark had never been a liar after all. Boring and dour and stupid enough in giving the blonde bitch a warning, but never ever a liar.
Lysa stops thinking about all the things which had happened in the years of her first life and concentrates into dressing herself into her finest new robes with the help of her maids and then to finish with all the other things that needed to be done to look like a dolled up wife of the second most important man of the Kingdoms.
After all, this day is the day of the official presentation of Joffrey Baratheon, the first legitimate son of the King Robert Baratheon and countless nobles had come to these Capital for this celebrated event.
The great hall was filled with Nobles from most of the Kingdoms, the exception were the North, Dorne and the Iron Islands.
Of course everyone knew the reason for Dorne and nobody would ever desires to see much of the Reavers at all but the North had astonished many of the Nobiles
back in her first life the same as it did in this one.
But then, the King and Ned Stark had been barely speaking with each other after the War had ended and the rest of the Northerners had never cared much for the other Kingdoms in the first place, besides buying food from them after all, thought Lysa dispassionately.
It was of no interest to her after all, whatever these other lands and Lords were doing, as long as it would not involve her in any way and circumstances.
She forces herself to concentrate on the task at hand and does her best and most respectful curtsies towards the King and Queen and then takes her place by her husbands side, overlooking the Great Hall and the assembled Nobility in it.
And then she sees him, standing amidst the Westerlanders, young and copperhaired like she herself is.
A young, strong-shouldered but rangy-bodied all together, beautiful noble man, just something which she had longed for since many moons now.
Lysa looks at him for a few minutes longer, then she carefully tears her eyes away from the Westerlanders as to not make anyone take notice and looks at her husband with a gaze of perfectly done fake admiration, all the while she tries to remember if she had seen this handsome Westerlander man before.
The Westerlanders meanwhile are paying their courtesy to the Royal Couple one after another and then Lysa hears his name when he bows down.
Addam Marbrand, Heir of Ashemark and she remembers him.
Friend of Jamie Lannister and daring Commander in the War in her last life. And she wants him, she wants him so much and later in the night, after the first feasting, as she lays under her rutting husband, she thinks of this beautiful young Knight and longs for him in her body and for his seed in her womb.
This is a bit mixed between Book and TV, just because I like certain stuff from the Show even though I normally prefer the Books.