A moon later...

Lysa watches from the windows of her and her husband's bed chamber in the Tower of the Hand, high above the ground, as he bids his friend the Kingslayer goodbye and then leaves the Red Keep with the last few other young nobles the Westerlands.

She will miss him, her pretty and sweet Addam and the pleasure which he had brought her and for a moment she wonders if he will miss her too, if he will miss the beautiful and young whore in Chataya's elegant brothel, who had shared her body with him during the last moon.

Lysa likes to think that he will miss her, that he had desired her enough to think about her for quite some time and that he even might return to not only King's Landing and the Red Keep but also to Chataya's brothel and to this sweet whore which she played for him so willingly.

She strokes over her flat belly and hopes that his child is now growing in her, his baby and that it grows as strong and beautiful as her pretty Addam is.

She steps away from the window and her pale blue eyes are meeting the sandalwood colored ones of Chataya, who is currently sitting in a comfortable chair by a small table and drinks a sweet smelling tisane.

Lysa nearly glides closer to her dear teacher of pleasures and also business partner and she then sits down in the chair opposite of the Summer Islander native before she herself drinks deeply from her cup of sweet tisane.

"You remember that you should not drink any wine or anything else even stronger than that during the next couple of moons now, don't you my sweet red Lady? And if the seed of of your lover had taken root in your womb, then you should not care for anything but tisane, fruit juice, water and sweetened milk throughout the whole pregnancy, just to make sure that this babe stays healthy." finishes the experienced Brothel owner with her advice.

"Do you worry so much about me, my dear Chataya? So much about the possible fruit of desire filled nights in your secret room. That is kind of you but surely unneeded, for this young Knight has surely healthier seed than my husband ever had possessed." answers Lysa with a satisfied smirk.

But Chataya does not smile at her, Lysa's words but instead she leans forwards and strokes Lysa's pale free hand with her own dark and smooth fingers.

"You are nineteen years old now my Lady and you have lost two children, maybe even three of your husband already. It was surely not your fault, seeing as your body is young and strong and healthy but such losses, such miscarriages can damage your inner parts too. Better be really careful now, make sure to not drink or touch anything with wine or stronger beverages in it and also make sure to spend enough nights with husband to make sure that he never doubts you, so that your mind and body are both can stay calm in these weeks and moons to come. This is my heartfelt advice to you, who I see as a good Lady and dear woman with a spirit not too different from my own."

Chataya stood up after these words and bade Lysa then goodbye and promised to pray to her Gods for the continued well-being of Lysa before she, the Summer Islander woman then stepped into the hidden way and made her way back to her own abode.

Lysa closed the entrance to the secret way, put everything into place, so that all was truly hidden once more and then she took a deep breath.
And then another one. She thinks about the words and advice of the experienced woman and shudders slightly.

Had some of the misfortune of her life had been then her own fault too on top of the fault of others. Lysa wants to deny it to herself but then she remembers how she had looked at the end of her life, how she had looked and smelt and how she had hated the looks others had given her back then, especially when they had Catelyn, oh so damned perfect Catelyn as comparison.

Lysa sits down in her chair once more and takes another sip of her tisane and she starts to think again about Chataya's words for quite some time.

She can not deny that the Summer Islander woman had been extremely helpful, especially during the last moon.
Not only had she helped her, Lysa in disguising herself so well that her pretty Westerlander never truly found out how his wild sweet whore really looked, but Chataya had also provided the very well and fast working sleeping powders which she, Lysa had given her husband every night in his wine, before he then climbed on top of her. And how wonderful these powders had worked on her old husband, he had barely managed to get his member into her body before he had then already been deeply asleep.

Lysa had then always quickly wiggled out from under him, had then put a roughly spun dress on herself and made her way as quickly as possible towards Chataya's through the secret way.

And there, there Chataya herself had always helped her in disguising herself with silver shimmering body powders and heavy eye shadows, with luscious colored lips and with a perfectly made silver colored wig.

Well, thought Lysa now to herself, while she sits in her chair in her and her husband's bedchamber, the last moon had been definitely been worth all this work she had done, especially afterwards every night, when her pretty lover had fallen asleep with a sated smile on his face, but she would definitely not miss all the pain this tightly attached wig had caused her every night or the painful scrubbing after every passionate night, just to get rid of all the powders and glimmering creams before she had to get back to her husband.

But Chataya had always helped her with that too, surely because each of Lysa's nightly visit came with 50 dragons but also because it amused the experienced woman and Lysa had felt secure in the brothelowners help throughout all these days.

And with these thoughts about the last moon and about Chataya's help freshly now in her mind, Lysa decides that she will follow the advices of the experienced Summer Islander.

She opens the locked door from her bedchamber to the next room and her most trusted Maid enters.

Lysa knows that Milva will make sure that no one will see the second Cup from which Chataya had drank her tisane, just as Milva had made sure that no else had ever found out Lysa's other little secrets in all these moons since she had come to work for her.

"Milva, from today onwards, I will only drink juices, tisanes, Water and honeyed milk and I will also be more careful about the food. Just to make sure that I will stay as healthy as possible."

Her Maid grins at her words and nods and then her eyes are glancing over both cups and back towards Lysa's face and she winks at her Lady.

It was really a great idea of Chataya, all these moons ago, to find such a useful and helpful Maid for Lysa, so much more trustworthy than all the spying women which were commonly around in the Arryn Household.

But then, thought Lysa to herself, a Maid who cannot talk and has enough secrets of her own from her childhood in King's Landing and who has enough knowledge about certain secrets in the Red Keep and a certain Spymaster, is really extremely valuable and certainly deserves a position as Head Maid in the Household of the Hand.