Sansa POV
I am sitting in Robert's bed clutching his hand and reading to him in a sickly sweet voice . He smiles as happily as can be . My toes are frozen stiff as I have no quilt . I hear the chirping of birds in the distance . I see the grass blowing in the relentless wind , the smell of freshly cooked buns waft up my nostrils teasingly . The bed sheets under me are soft , fluffy and comfortable . Robert's lips taste like lemon tart. He giggles happily . i sighness , if only my life could always be like this . The clang of pans can be heard 3 floors up .
Meekly , a servant peeps his head in and says petyr wishes to see me . I practically radiate with joy . Robert grabs my arm and begs me to stay but I win him over with the promise of 2 stories and a lemon tart . As I walk down the hall to Petyr's chambers the shadows at the doors reach for me as if I am some fair lady of highgarden . The guards opened the doors and nodded to me in entrance and respect . I was simply flying . Being the daughter of Petyr certainly has its perks ! I smile and curtsey . " Father , how are you on this fine afternoon ? " he smiles kindly with at twinkle in his eye " good thank you , come give your father a kiss " as i leaned close he whispered " your identity is still protected as is the knowledge of lysa's death "
Petyr's voice howled in the wind , no one could hear though . I say happily " that's splendid , great and fantastic news farther " he says " splendid ,lunch will be brought to you soon. '' I smile and add " could we have a lemon tart for Robert '' he smiles thoughtfully and says' ' that clever little demon . '' I pretend to look shocked . He bellows out some laughter. '' Your acting is simply splendid, " he announced . I kissed him goodbye . I spot the cook and take the plates from her and ask for a lemon tart to be made . I add how deliciously splendid they are . proud , she heads off to the kitchen .
I ascend up the stairwell to Robert's chambers as I am about to enter. I hear a gut wrenching sob . I walked in and immediately set the plates down . I go over to him and stroke his head and softly ask " what's wrong my sweet robin ? " he sniffles and says " mother … I miss her. " I look away . lysa may not have been kind , funny or beautiful like my mother or as sweet as robert is to me but she was still my aunt and now the poor singer is suffering for a crime he did not commit . terrible . terrible .
I stroke his head and says " i know my sweetrobin but you are brave aren't you , i brought you lunch and there is a soft , melt in the mouth , roll to share and the cook is bringing up a lemon tart so wipe those tears away sweetrobin " on cue , the cooke bring us in a lemon tart still steaming and winking at me teasingly . I would love lemon tarts if only Arya was here to share it with me . I thanked the cook and took the tart . the tart smelt of everything that summer should . Perhaps winter could wait awhile .