It had been now nine weeks ago since she had sent Milva to The Peaks, with best wishes and gifts to the Eleshams and a large basket full of packages, not only for Anna but also for Petyr too.
Packages filled with stimulating teas, lust inducing powders and these lovely little tinctures which will hopefully help Anna to finally have the ability to get with Child.
The teas and powders, Chataya's specials, had already proved to be worth their Price, seeing as Milva was sending the weekly updates that dear Anna and Petyr were rutting like animals in Heat, for hours everyday and everywhere.
Lysa imagined that Milva was writing these little information with a lascivious grin on her face, her cheeky handmaiden loved good gossip after all, even though she had not the ability to speak but only to write it down or to handsign it.
It would be most welcome if Milva could send the information soon that the tinctures had done their work as well and that the Elesham's heiress would finally had become pregnant.
Oh well, maybe in a moon or too the news will come, till then Lysa just knew that Milva was having way too much fun in watching the Eleshams and Petyr and in being given a very honored place among the Servants as hers, Lady Arryn's private Midwife, just send to dear Anna to help her in the trial to becomeva mother.
Lysa was not really sure if the servants were all believing that, maybe some would realize that the generously provided private midwife was a spy, but at least the Eleshams were thankful and hoped now for better results, at least if Alysanne's letter were to fully believe.
Milva was of course not mainly there as to spy on the Eleshams but mostly to make sure that Petyr wasn't trying anything dangerous.
For nearly two years now, this marriage and the distrustful behavior of Anna's uncle had made sure that Petyr had nearly always behaved himself, red-haired mistress aside, but for a good three moons before she had sent Milva there, Lysa had received informations from her dear friend, the newly married Lady Pryor, wife of Lord Dunlip Pryor of the Pebbles, that dearest dull Dunlip had started to exchange letters with his younger Cousin, Lord Petyr Baelish, something about old business relations.
This was it course something that must be controlled had thought Lysa back then, Petyr was a smart man after all and surely still way too ambitious to be left without control and so she had decided then to send her now dearly missed Milva.
Not that Milva had been against it, especially not since she and Lysa knew that the excuse of her being away from King's Landing to help the Elesham heiress would never really be questioned by the important people.
It was a good cover for Lysa's interests and it was a very good way to bring Milva out of the Danger that the damn Spider would manage to recognize who she really was, especially now when Milva had managed to get ten of his little birds away from him alive, just before she left for the Paps.
Ten children, not one younger than eight and not one older than ten.
Lysa had at first not been too happy with this, though she had not said this to Milva before she had sent her to the Eleshams but of course they both knew that it was a problem since the Spider had become more and more nervous and thus dangerous with every bird he had lost during the last few years.
Well, with every Bird he had lost alive, the dead Birds had not really concerned him, or so it seemed at least, only those who had left him willingly. And now ten at once barely ten weeks ago.
Lysa had promised Milva that all children would be save before she had sent Milva on her way to the Eleshams but it had been really a task to make true to that promise without attracting notice from anyone.
Luckily Chataya had been willing to help and the children had thus been smuggled out of the City on board of a ship of one of Chataya's business relations.
Best idea ever, thought Lysa, still proud of herself, best idea ever to gently urge Chataya to enter the more respectable business world by opening a Trading house in the best Quarter of the capital for Wares purely from the Summer Islands and Naath. There had been many merchants from these lands before here in King's Landing but now they had true homebase since last year and it attracted only more business and offered better protection against thieves.
And of course, though Lysa to herself gleefully, it had also changed Chataya's name into a very honorable and respected one, even though dearest Chataya always rolled her eyes privately about Lysa's joke.
Yes, thought Lysa to herself, it had been a good idea for everyone involved and it had now been a good cover to smuggle the mutilated children away from here to Gulltown and from there to Uncle Brynden at the Gate.
He was a resourceful man after all and he had helped her and Milva during the last two years by taking in the few other smuggled away birds and by finding good places for the girls among the staff at the Gates and by training the boys as future men-at-arms.
Though he would surely not really happy to receive ten children at once this time and would surely write her a very unfriendly letter but would nonetheless still help her and these children.
She smiled gently at these thoughts about her Uncle and godfather of her younger son.
Uncle Brynden had after all ever been more a cornerstone of her and her siblings childhood than Hoster Tully had even tried to be, so it was only logical to her, Lysa that her son would be named after her Uncle and not after her father.
With these thoughts, she took the letters which she had received this day, reread each of them once more if they were important and then she put them into the small fireplace and burned them to ashes. It was always better to be safe than sorry here in the Red Keep.
Oh well, thought Lysa, so many things to plan, so many people to take care off and so many secrets to keep. It was really a lot more exciting than the other life, where her only secret had been Petyr and he had been the one involved in everything and had controlled everything.
This life here was so much better, she had control, she had children and she even managed to make her husband not only bearable but indeed changed him for the better.
Now only the Spider had to fall into one of the traps which Milva had managed to lay out with her, Lysa's help and then even that danger of exposure would be gone.
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Lord Tywin Lannister entered the Red Keep in a particularly foul mood.
The Knights and the Guards of his entourage were seldom happier than now to be able to see the back of their Lord as he was walking away from them and to make his way into the Great Hall and they were sent to the barracks in the Keep.
Tywin was still fuming as he entered the Great Hall and made his way up to the front, ignoring all the Courtiers and onlookers and even the Herald, just to stop right in front of the Lord Hand who was currently closing the open Court for this day.
Tywin waited impatiently for the hour that it took till all was done for the day but he also had no desire to speak with Arryn as long as other people could hear more than they should.
Finally, the Lion Lord was nearly ready to tear heads off, all was done and Jon Arryn welcomed him to a more private place for the following conversation and so they made their way to the Hand's Tower.
Jon Arryn looked really different, was Tywin's first rational thought as they walked the Courtyard. He had of course received the reports from his informants that the Lord Hand's wife had slowly but surely changed the outer appearance of her Lord Husband but to read it and to see it were truly two different things.
For as long as he had known Jon Arryn, the Warden of the East had always been a man who had worn nearly unadorned clothing, his housecolors and darker colors and all of fine quality but rather unadorned.
Now, Tywin could nearly not believe his eyes, now the Lord Hand was wearing a heavily silver embroidered, sky blue silk coat which was halfway open over a fine and slightly darker shirt and of midnight blue.
And if that was not enough, he was using a cane, though it looked that it was not truly out of need but more in a way as a plaything, or as Genna would say, as a fashion statement.
It was a finely done cane, silver over white wood in inlayed with blue enamel.
And if all that had not been enough, thought Tywin to himself, it looked as if Jon Arryn had a mouth full of teeth nowadays.
This man had really changed, was Tywin's last thought before the two of them entered the Solar of the Hand and stopped both short in their way as they looked upon a young woman singing merrily with four young children.
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Next update tonight, mostly Tywin interactions