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Face Claim for Lady Sanira Tremaine: Caitlin Stasey.


Chapter Fourteen: Lysa Arryn.

"You wanted to see me, Aunt Lysa?" Sansa Stark asked stepping into the room that she had been summoned to, she looked nervously at the woman that had welcomed her into her home curiously as to why she had been summoned at such an early hour. Since arriving in the Vale, Sansa had done as she had been instructed by Petyr Baelish and kept her head down, he had promised to keep her safe and hidden from the Lannister's that were hunting her after she felt the Capital.

It had not taken long for the news of Joffrey's death to reach them, nor the arrest of Tyrion Lannister, who was currently on trial for the murder. Neither brought Sansa great sadness, she could never forget the treatment that she had suffered at Joffrey's hands even if Tyrion had been kind to her and tried to keep her safe from harm.

"Come here, Sansa. Do you know how far the fall is?" Lysa called to her, her eyes focused on the Moon Door as she pondered her next move as her niece slowly approached her. She did not understand why people kept getting in the way of her happiness, she had done nothing to deserve such things and of course Sansa was exactly like her mother when it came to stealing away what was hers.

"No." Sansa replied with a shake of her head, she stopped a few feet away from Lysa and warily peered at the Moon Door; she was still not used to her aunt's mood swings, she never really understood where she stood with her. One moment, she was all happy to see her and keeping her safe; the next she is snapping at her for sharing something that she had been told and questioning her intentions with Petyr.

"Neither do I, precisely. Hundreds of feet. It is fascinating what happens to bodies when they hit the rocks from such a height. The impact breaks them right apart. Like eggs dropped on the floor. Sometimes pieces remain intact. You will find the head sitting on its own. Every hair in place. Blue eyes staring at nothing." Lysa mused with a tilt of her head to look at Sansa. A small smile playing on her lips as she slowly turned to look at Sansa and away from the Moon Door, her voice calm as she spoke in contrast to the anger that she felt.

"I know what you did," Lysa said stepping closer to Sansa, her niece still looking down through the Moon Door as she stood feet from her. She did not see what was so special about the girl, she might have looked like Catelyn when she was a girl but there was little appealing about her when Lysa looked at her.

"I am so sorry, Aunt Lysa. I never should have hit Robin, I know it. I promise it will not happen…" Sansa said apologising for the accident that had happened the day before, she had not meant for it to happen afterall. She had been building Winterfell in the snow and Robin had ruined it and destroyed her home, insisting that he was making it better by putting in a Moon Door just like the one that she now stood across from.

"Do not be coy with me, you little whοre. You kissed him. You kissed Petyr," Lysa snapped rounding on Sansa, unable to believe her prattle; surely, she knew what she had done would come back to haunt her. Kissing her husband as if she were no more than a common whore that worked in one of those brothels that Petyr owned in King's Landing.

"I did not. You do not understand," Sansa protested with a shake of her head, she had not kissed Petyr when he had come to her in the gardens just after Robin had fled when she had hit him. She could still remember how he looked at her as he approached and she had wanted the ground to swallow her whole, her stomach twisting as he came so close to her and pressed his lips against her own.

"I saw you. You cannot lie to me because I saw it with my own eyes," Lysa spat getting into Sansa's personal space, her eyes searching Sansa's face waiting for her to crumble. How dare she deny that she had kissed Petyr, as if it were not what she had wanted all along; she had seen how attentive her husband had become to the younger girl, how he watched her when he thought no one was paying attention.

"He kissed me. I pulled away," Sansa pleaded trying to explain, she stared at her aunt fearful of her for the first time; she had heard things about her and had never believed them until now. Lysa was her aunt, surely, she would see that Sansa was innocent in all of this and Petyr was the problem.

"Liar! whοre! He is mine!" Lysa screeched as she grabbed Sansa's hair, she ignored her niece's cry of pain as she yanked her head back and stared down at Sansa. The girl clawing at her hand to try and remove it from her red hair, the same hair that Catelyn had before the Freys slit her throat.

"My father, my husband, my sister, they all stood between us and now they are all dead," Lysa boasted tightening her hold on Sansa and dragging the girl closer to the Moon Door, she had waited long enough to be with the love of her life. Her father had forced her to abort her and Petyr's child and refused to allow them to marry, now he rotted in the ground for all that she cared.

Her husband, the wrinkled prune that her father had chosen for her to hide away the shame that she had brought their family was dead and rotting in King's Landing. Her sister, the woman that had stolen Petyr from her and played with his feelings was rotting in a river after being dumped over the sides of the Twins.

"That is what happens to people who stand between Petyr and me," Lysa spat knowing that she had worked far too hard to get to this point, they were husband and wife; nothing could come between them now. Not even the girl that was the spitting imagine of her dead sister, the woman that had broken Petyr's heart and allowed that brunt Brandon Stark to beat him. Standing above the Moon Door, Lysa forced Sansa forward until she was hunched over the wall that surrounded the hole.

"Look down! Look down! Look down! Look down!" Lysa screeched at Sansa trying to force her to look through the Moon Door and what lay ahead of her for her lies. The door to the room opened and Petyr stepped inside, he paused at the sight before him of a crying Sansa as Lysa held her above the Moon Door screaming at her to look down.

"Lysa! Let her go," Petyr called slowly moving towards his emotionally stunted wife, he edged towards her slowly as Lysa looked up from Sansa and stared at him for a moment. Tears fell from Sansa's eyes, her hands grasping onto the wall for dear life knowing that if she were to let go then Lysa would surely throw her through the Moon Door.

"Do you want her? This empty-headed child? Let her go. She is just liked her mother. She will never love you. I lied for you. I killed for you. Why did you bring her here? Why?" Lysa stated shaking her head, she released her hold on Sansa as Petyr came close to them. She paid little mind to Sansa who slowly slumped onto the ground and pulled herself away from the edge of the Moon Door offering a scared look towards Petyr and Lysa. Clutching onto the front of Petyr's tunic, Lysa stared up at him with wild eyes; searching for something in his face that would tell her that he did not want Sansa.

"What wife would do the things I have done for you? What wife would trust you the way I have trusted you? When you gave me those drops and told me to pour them into Jon's wine. My husband's wine. And you told me to write a letter to Cat telling her it was the Lannisters," Lysa babbled uncaring of who might hear what she had done to get what she wanted.

Sansa slowly climbed to her feet, her eyes staring at the two of them as she felt like a curtain had been pulled from her eyes; suddenly the truth of all the Starks troubles was before them and she could see who was truly to blame for what had happened to her family. Petyr stared down at Lysa for a moment, his hands coming to brush some stray hair from her face before he pulled her to him in a hug. His eyes staring over her shoulder at Sansa, while one of his hands brushed itself through the darker red hair that trailed down Lysa's back in comfort to her for a moment.

"Oh, my sweet wife. My sweet, silly wife," Petyr said softly holding her close to him, he closed his eyes as if savouring the moment as he held her; then he gently pulled back and looked at Lysa who smiled up at him. He cupped her face with one hand and smiled down at her, the two staring at each other; the look of devotion of Lysa's face making him smile.

"I have only loved one woman... only one, my entire life. Your sister." Petyr told her, Lysa barely having a moment to process his words as the smile from her face vanished before he pushed her throw the Moon Door to her death. Her scream echoing around the chamber as the doors were flung open and guards filed inside; Petyr looking alarmed at the sight of them.

"Arrest that man for the murder of Lady Arryn," ordered a voice that had Sansa's heart pounding, she stared at the woman standing in the door way unable to believe that she was actually here./


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