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Hubris- Excessive pride or self-confidence. In Greek tragedy it is excessive pride toward or defiance of the gods; their overconfidence led the hero to attempt to overstep the boundaries of human limitations and assume a godlike status, and the gods inevitably humbled the offender with a sharp reminder of his or her morality.

"We can never be gods, after all- but we can become something less human with frightening ease."

N.K. Jemisin, The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms

"A golden dragon for your thoughts," Petyr murmured, as he rung his fingers through his feather pen. He let his handsome head rest at the back of his chair while looking up at me. He was dressed in a deep mauve doublet with a smoky grey collar that brought out the greyness in his eyes. My lover looked at ease on this peaceful afternoon, the lids of his eyes closed ever so slightly as he drank me in.

"Just a dragon?" I asked, as I tilted my head in his direction. My head was pillowed upon heaps of fur, while I languidly reposed myself across his velvet couch. A book lay idly in my hand, and I put it down at once Petyr addressed me. The blue bounded book was an interesting read, rather erotic and libidinous for most readers but I was familiar with such wordily things now. It was just the kind of thing a whoremonger would own, and I was savoring every minute of it till Petyr would undoubtedly snatch it away from me.

"Just a dragon," he answered in a lazy tone. "You're not getting greedy now, are you?"

"No, that's your area," I teased, while I stroked my fingers through my long raven tresses.

"I would think that's more of a Lannister trait," he mused. He leaned over the desk and waved a scrolled piece of paper in his hand. "Here is evidence, if you'd like to see it?"

"Hmmm," I murmured, while I waved my hand away with disinterest. "Another letter from Cersei?"

"She still can't find her little brother, poor thing." He let the scroll of paper slip away from his fingers and float towards the floor. "King's Landing is in chaos of course. I planted a few seeds before I left, but I never imagined it would grow quite like this."

"The Sparrows are still causing trouble?"

"They practically own the Seven Kingdoms now."

"And she took the bait?"

"Which one?" he asked, while trying to suppress a laugh. "The one where I assured her the sparrows are perfectly harmless? Or the one where I told her I have no idea where Tyrion Lannister may be hiding?"

"So, you do know?"

"I have an inclination," he replied, as he leaned back in his seat. "It is rather odd that Tyrion and the Spider should disappear on the same night-"

"You think he helped him?" I interrupted.

"I know he helped him. Varys is no more loyal to the Lannisters than I am, if he had an opportunity to throw them to their knees he would."

"But why?"

"Because a man without a cock does curious things," he teased. His eyebrows raised at me with an open invitation before he continued, "If you know a man's motive than you know what he wants. Varys has served three Kings in his lifetime, do you really think he was loyal to either one of them?"

"No."

Petyr nodded his head in approval, before he continued, "He has always admired Tyrion's talents. I'm sure a dwarf and a cockless man would make an admirable pair, but I much prefer the one I'm looking at."

I twirled my hair around my finger, while I gazed at him lustfully. Let him come here, if he truly wants me, I thought, as I stretched myself out on the couch in a teasing manner.

Petyr's right hand crept underneath the table, it was obvious he was trying to assuage his need. No matter how much we both wanted it, we knew his wife was resting in a room just across from ours.

"Do you know where they're hiding?" I asked in a vain attempt to distract Petyr from his understandable discomfort.

"No," he groaned, as he shifted in his seat. "But I imagine it isn't anywhere near the Seven Kingdoms. The Lannisters' have too many allies, if they choose to stay here. They must be in Braavos or somewhere far enough from the Lannisters' reach."

"But what does Varys gain by helping him? I don't understand…"

"… his motives," Petyr said, clearly amused that he could now finish my sentences for me. "Tyrion is a Lannister, and that means he knows the weakness of his House and the potential moves that Cersei and Jamie will make. He could act as a spy-"

"But Tyrion would never betray his family!"

"No?" Petyr asked. "You forget his father put him on a public trial and intended to execute him in the King's Court, if it had not been for his untimely death."

"Please, tell me you didn't have…"

"… a part to play in his death?" Petyr interrupted again. "No, sweetling, that was not me this time."

"This time," I mocked, as I rose up from the couch and walked over to his desk. "You really are the master of chaos."

"Hmmm," Petyr murmured. His eyes lit up as I slowly approached his desk, enjoying every second that I stood in his view.

"Thomas said my pregnancy is going well," I said shyly, letting my eyes fall down to his desk where a map of the Seven Kingdoms was placed in front of him.

"He told me as well," Petyr said quietly.

"I don't know how much longer I can hide it though," I mused, as I stroked my fingers across the bottom of my stomach.

"I'll have Eileen send you more clothes, if you need it. I still think it's nicely concealed-"

"Yes, but for how much longer?"

"You're not worrying about it, are you?" Petyr asked with faint amusement. He pushed his chair back, and softly patted his firm lap in an open invitation.

"Yes… no. I don't know."

"Sit, Sansa," Petyr instructed in a fatherly tone. "Listen to me, in a month or two we will all leave this place and go down to the bottom of the Vale where we will spend the winter there. It is Lysa's intention that we stay the whole of it, but we both know we can't do that. I know you won't be due in another seven months, but I can't let Lysa see you get any bigger than you already are."

Petyr's hand roamed across my stomach, while he kissed the back of my neck sweetly. I interlaced our fingers together, and together we felt the swell of my stomach in a companionable silence. Petyr let his chin rest on my shoulder and brushed the sides of his temple to mine. "I love you," he breathed, his voice had a warmth to it that was full of feeling.

"And I you," I whispered, and tilted my head so I could kiss him.

"I'm taking you away with me," he breathed, once our lips broke apart.

"Where?"

"Harrenhall, I think. Though, I know you would much prefer The Fingers."

"I could see the Freyes again?" I exclaimed, letting a smile spread across my face.

"It is a dangerous journey, Sansa. You forget what happened the last time we traveled on the King's Road."

"Dale," I said meekly.

"That is why I think Harrenhall is better. Maybe even Riverrun, as long as the Tully's still hold the breach. But I fear the Lannisters and the Freys are getting greedy, and they won't let the Tully's slip away so easily."

"So, your taking me to a haunted castle?"

"I thought you liked such places?" he teased and kissed the side of my cheek.

"Only in songs."

"Oh, so you believe in songs now?"

"Only when I look at you," I replied, and turned around to kiss him fervently.

"Sansa," Petyr breathed, as he suddenly pulled his face away. "I wish I could take you to Winterfell, you know that, don't you?"

"Well, you did promise me-"

"Yes, I remember that," he interrupted me in a drawl tone. "Circumstances, however-"

"You don't have to explain it to me, Petyr. I understand."

Petyr leaned his head back while I stroked my hand through his tousled curls. The lids of his eyes closed slightly as he muttered, "If only time wasn't our enemy."

"What do you mean?" I asked, letting my fingers trail along the silver strays of hair that ran along his temples.

"It has been sometime since Stannis Baratheon and his army left Dragonstone. Last I heard from my spies, he is on his way to the Wall. He intends to ask the leader of the Night's Watch for help."

"But they're not allowed to get involved in the wars!" I interjected.

"In the past, that was the case. But things have changed since then." Petyr paused, and let his eyes study me for a moment. "Sansa, what do you know about the Night's Watch?"

"That they are there to protect the wall from Wildlings and…" I hesitated. "White walkers, but those things don't exist. They're just silly stories that my Nan would tell."

"Is that what you truly believe?" He asked me with a leveled gaze.

"Yes," I said in a small voice, and quickly looked away from his knowing gaze.

"Do you know anything else about the wall?" he inquired, as he stroked the side of my arm.

"Only that Jon is there?"

"Jon Snow?"

"Yes."

"Then you mean to say, Lord Commander Jon Snow."

"What?" I laughed with a bewildered expression.

"You seem to be surrounded by powerful friends, my sweet."

I smiled at him, but it quickly fell when I finally did think about my long-lost brother. "I treated him terribly," I confessed, and lowered my head in shame.

Petyr lifted my chin with his finger and replied, "Then the next time you see him the two of you should make amends."

"He's at the Wall," I grumbled. "How will I ever see him?"

"I'm a gambling man, Sansa. I think your Jon Snow will want to help Stannis Baratheon. If he is anything like his father, then he will do anything he can to get the Wildings to fight in this war. And if they do, then they will be a force to reckon with… not even the Boltons can defeat such an army."

"And if they are defeated than we can get Winterfell!"

"If everything falls to our favour than yes, Winterfell will be yours. Stannis was always fond of your father, so he will not object to you taking your rightful place as Wardeness of the North." Petyr's eyes glimmered as he uttered it, and they brighten even more when he added, "Especially when he finds out that you are married to the Lord and Protector of the Vale, the most powerful man in all of the Western Kingdom."

My cheeks flushed a bright crimson red. "Married?" I stammered out, keenly aware of the way Petyr was looking at me. "But- but?"

"I do love when you look all flustered," he drawled, as he inched his face closer to mine. He grabbed a hold of my arms and smothered my face with kisses. Pressing his lips against mine fiercely, letting his tongue lather the inside of my mouth. I could feel his hands rover downwards, piercing the sides of my hips before he ever so slowly lifted me up on his desk. He wanted me, I could feel it with every sultry touch on my bare skin. He was moaning into my mouth, wrestling his hands through my thicken curls.

"Petyr," I warned, once I felt his hot body pressed against mine. He was losing control, I realized, and that alarmed me most of all. He was out of his seat now, pressing his chest against mine as he slowly glided me atop the table. I sprawled out across his solar table willingly, letting him inch my dress up little by little.

"Did you lock the door?" I asked in a sultry voice.

"See… this is why I love you," he said in an equally husky voice, while his hands glided my dress up further. He stopped when it was just above my knees and lifted the dress to take a peak. "That was rather quick wasn't it," he observed, as he saw the wetness pooling around my small clothing. "I wonder what it will be like by the time I get back."

Petyr smiled at me coyly, before he turned around and made his way to the solar door. I took the opportunity to slip away and close our open window just in case something heard our muffled moans and screams. As I pulled down the last of the glass window, I saw Petyr's reflection behind me, his prurient expression presaged the things to come. His hands cupped the side of my waist, stroking it firmly with his uncommonly warm hands. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked, as his hands dipped down lower and lower. Petyr was silent, though he answered my question wordlessly when he began to pull up my floor length dress. "What if Lysa hears? You know she won't be gone long?"

Petyr continued to pull up my dress until it was bunched up around my waist. Only then did he turn me around and in a husky voice said, "I just want a taste." His strong hands lifted me atop the windowsill, a smile tugged around the corner of his lips as he looked at me.

"What is it?" I asked worriedly, noticing his smile was quickly spreading.

"This is true power," he mused, and tilted his head softly to the side as he gazed at the window. "Watching me being able to fuck you."

"There's a couch right over there, you know?" I said sassily, while I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck.

"Where's the fun in that?" He asked. He leaned into kiss me lightly, a tease to leave me wanting more. It would not do for either of us, however, for he suddenly brushed himself against me and kissed me harder than ever before. I was pressed up against the cold window, but his warm hands quickly snaked around my figure.

"Petyr," I moaned, as the aching around my center throbbed tremendously. My hands slithered down his chest and wrestled with the insufferable waistband, that insuperable barrier that stood in the way of what I truly wanted. In vain I struggled with the tighten band, much to Petyr's amusement, so I paid him back in kind and shoved my hands down his pants. He gasped and leaped back, pulling me down with him.

"Are you really that impatient?" He taunted, before he reluctantly pulled down his pants and stepped out of them with ease.

"Do you know how long I've been waiting for this?"

"Months," he answered, as he made his way towards me with a determined gait. His hands wrestled me around my hips before he heaved me up against the windowsill again.

"Petyr," I groaned, as the cold artic air could be felt at my back. "The couch… the desk… the floor," I moaned while he creased the folds of my dress when he hoisted it up the second time. "Anywhere but here."

"Oh, Sansa. If you could only see what I see," he said with a strange glimmer in his eyes. "From this eminence I could see all of the Eyrie… every last hill and valley belongs to me. For so long I have been climbing my way to the top and now I see my rewards, all of it staring back at me- you, my love, and this breathtaking view, so please let me have this one gift from you."

I leaned in and kissed his soft lips tenderly, feeling it form into mine the longer I stayed. His hands rovered around the back of my head, tangling itself in my curly tresses. I could hear him breathe against me, a sigh escaped his lips as we parted but for a moment. He opened his mouth wide this time, letting his lips form over my own imperiously. He wished to dominate me with his kisses, but those days were done now. I was his equal, his likeness, and with one swift movement I pulled my head backwards, so we could part for a moment before I noxiously drove my tongue into his sphere. He moved backwards, and I fell in with him, until we both crashed into the ground. Petyr rolled over until he was on top of me and was instantly gratified when he heard me groan with frustration. His hands shoved my dress up the third time, and when I asked him why he didn't take it off completely he gave me a menacing grin. "A necessary precaution," he drawled, while his nibble fingers worked his way up my legs. His demeanor changed once I pushed him off me, and while he was still caught off guard I crawled over his figure and endued him with sin-like kisses. I ruffled his hair between my fingers till it stood on his ends, while he made sure my dress wasn't in the way for the inevitable.

"I've never seen you like this before," he said in a raspy voice, once I straddled him. "But I like it."

"Oh," I purred, as I brusquely eased myself into him. Petyr hissed as he felt the sheer weight of it all upon is harden cock. In a blink of an eye he rolled me over, and in an outlandish manner forced his way into me. I groaned as the sensation hit me, like a gigantic wave crashing against the shore. My head cranked up as I made a low moaning sound through clenched teeth, feeling my entire body constrict from the sensation he put me through. I could hardly breathe, it left my mouth before I could take another one. Petyr was relentless, like a man starved to death, did he work his way into me. His hands were the worst of all, feverishly caressing every piece of bare skin he could find until my skin was warm to the touch.

"Oh, Sansa," he murmured, as he slowed down a bit. His brow was dripping with sweat as he turned his head to look at me. "Why can't I resist you?" He asked through clenched teeth, while he tried to get our bodies into a certain motion.

Our bodies were swaying to a certain rhythm when I groaned, "I might ask you the same thing."

"If Lysa finds out," he said breathlessly; his fears quickly diminished once he began to suck the length of my long ivory neck.

"She won't," I assured him. I extended my neck to encourage him on his venture, hardly caring if he accidently left me a mark.

"When I marry you, I will do this to you everyday," he said in a dangerously low tone. His tongue lapped at me before he added, "Every night."

I took a hold of the sides of his face and tilted it in my direction. "Every hour of every day."

"We would have way too many children if we did that," he teased. He leaned his head forward to ravish me with kisses, while he eased himself in for one last time. Time was slipping away, and before we knew it the light was quickly retreating from our open window. It would soon be time for dinner, and then we would have to face Lysa's inquisitive stare.

"Petyr, I love you," I confessed, once he paused from his strenuous labour. "More than words could ever say."

"I know, my sweet," he admitted, the moment he rested his brow on mine. That moment felt so serene, as our bodies raised and fell at the same time. Everything was in sync: our breathing, the way our fingers intertwined together, the way the lighting illuminated both of our shapes, even our shadows made us look as one. I am his and he is mine, I thought, and nothing in the world could ever change that- I was sure of it now, more than ever.

I was half asleep when I heard a soft knock outside my chamber room. It was late, I should have been dressed for dinner by now, but I found I had not the strength to do so; Petyr had tired me out once he finally had his fill of me. Even now, as I layed in my bed with heaps of fur to shut out the cold, I could still feel the lingering sensation between my legs.

"Alayne?" Eileen asked, as she opened the door a crack. "May I come in?"

"Yes," I said weakily. I could hear my maid servant creep into the darkened room, it was probably why Petyr hired her. Apparently, she used to work in one of his brothels and he found her skills to be more useful outside the bedroom. He described her as quiet, shy sort of girl that was more of a mouse than a woman; a perfect spy was his term for her. Petyr was never fond of blackmailing people, but he had the tools to do so thanks to this small, quaint little girl who silently stood next to my bed.

"Are you unwell?" she asked timidly.

"I am tired."

"Should I send for Thomas again?"

"No, I'm fine," I assured her. It would not do for Petyr's private maester, Thomas, to visit my quarters again. Once was enough to rouse suspicion, but if I invited him into my chambers again than there would surely be gossip amongst the Lords and Ladies of the Eyrie.

"Would you like to get dressed for dinner now? It's running late-"

"I don't think I'm going tonight. Please, ask one of the kitchen staff to send it up here."

"But Lord Arryn would be greatly disappointed if you did not come," Eileen said sensibly. "He almost tried to sneak into your chamber room earlier, and he would have succeeded if Lord Baelish did not stop him."

"He is quite fond of me, isn't he?" I said sarcastically.

"Yes," Eileen replied, after she nodded her head in agreement. "I wouldn't be surprised if he comes running through the door right now."

"In that case, I should really get dressed." I threw away my covers and began to slide out from the bed, but the sensation between my legs only grew worse. Gosh, how deep did he go, I wondered, as I tightened my lips to suppress a groan. The slip of my dress flew up and Eileen saw the red bruising and nail marks running down my inner thigh. Her eyebrows raised in surprise, but she said nothing.

"Here, let me help you," she remarked, a small hand pressed against the center of my back as she eased me out of the bed. After I let out a small whimper from the pain, Eileen's hand left my spine as she turned to face me. "Perhaps, you should stay in bed. If you like, I can tell Lord Baelish that you are feeling unwell again."

"No, I should go. People will talk," I confessed.

"They will talk either way," she warned, and glanced at the marks running down my leg again.

"Alright, but you must tell my father for me. And please don't let Sweet Robin disturb me, I really do need some rest. The baby-"

"I know," Eileen interjected. "Its wearing you out."

"Yes," I said, as I felt the colour rising to my cheeks. I felt so happy whenever I thought of it; Petyr's child was slowly growing inside of me. I stroked the bottom of my stomach, relishing every precious second of it, and not even the fear of Lysa's wrath could take that away from me.

"I shall tell him now," Eileen muttered, as she made her way to the door. "I'll be back soon."

The door closed softly behind her, and I let out a sigh of relief. My body shifted backwards till my head rested upon the plush pillows that Petyr had given to me. He's always spoiling me, I thought, as I rubbed the rosy pink sheets beneath the tips of my fingers. The thought of him made me smile. I was happy, so very happy whenever I thought of him and our child, it was enough for me to stretch out across the bed and fall into a blissful sleep.

"I need her to be awake to examine her," said a deep voice beside my bed, it echoed against the walls of my room, thus, awakening me from a deep sleep.

"Can't you do it while she is like this?" a female's voice replied.

"No, my Lady. It is quite impossible."

"My husband is quite adamant that I leave the matter alone, but I can't. She is always so sick, and now I am beginning to wonder if my Sweet Robin will catch it as well."

"Exhaustion is not a sickness, my Lady."

"No, but the way she behaves I'm starting to wonder if it is. Can't you just look her over, and tell me what you think?"

"I would be violating-"

"I don't care what you will be violating! Just do it quickly!"

I felt hard calloused hands remove my blanket from my forearm, it slowly trailed down my slender form until my entire body was exposed to them. I had enough at this point, and sharply turned my head to face them.

"Alayne, my dear. I have brought one of my men to look at you. This is Gaius, a maester of mine. I have asked him to examine you and see if he could cheer you up a bit. You have been so low lately."

"I am simply tired, Aunt Lysa."

"That is what Petyr has said, but-"

"Then there is nothing to concern you," I said rather coldly.

Lysa did not like the way I pulled back the covers and looked at her defensively. How could I not when she was close enough to see the slight change in my form? I was thankful that my candle was out, and that my room was slightly dim from the pale moonlight peaking through my half-opened drapes. "Sleep is all I need. So, if you would be so kind-"

"Alayne!" Aunt Lysa suddenly blurted out with blind fury. "You will let this man examine you. I shall hear no more excuses from you or my husband."

She stalked over to the door and over her shoulder she shot out, "Gaius, tell me your findings as soon as you can. Alayne, you shall stay here till I send for you."

The minute the door was shut I heard Gaius softly say, "There is nothing to worry about, my dear. Let me look you over so I can tell Lady Lysa that there is nothing to worry about."

There is everything to worry about, I thought, before I had the effrontery to pull the sheets over my entire body and roll my body away from him.

"Please, don't make this harder than this is," the maester said pleadingly. "I don't' want to do this as much as you, but we all have our orders to follow."

Indeed, we do, I mused, as I remembered the first instruction Petyr gave me the minute we passed the Bloody Gate. "Never let anyone see you, not unless it is Eileen or Thomas. Those are the only two people I trust with our little secret." I did not know this man who stood at the side of my bed remorsefully, anyone who belonged to Lysa Arryn I could not trust, even if I wanted too.

"If you do not let me examine you than I will have to tell Lysa, and she will have me do it by force."

"Lord Baelish wouldn't allow it," I shot out gleefully.

"How can he stop me when he is not even here?"

That made me turn around to face him. "What do you mean he isn't here?"

"He is nowhere to be found around the castle. That is why Lysa has sent for me. Please, just let me look at you without a hoard of guards staring at your nakedness."

"Where in the hell is Petyr?" I cursed under my breath, the moment I slid out of my covers. I walked over to him, careful to avoid his eyes and somberly stood in front of him.

"I'll make this quick," he said, as he felt my brow for any signs of a fever and layed a hand against the side of my cheek. He was scanning over my form, poking here and there, but he froze once he noticed the small bump at the bottom of my stomach. "It can't be?"

"It is," I said gravely, and untied my silken robe to show him the truth.

"Your pregnant?" he exclaimed. "How long have you kept this a secret?"

I said nothing. It would not do to give everything away all at once, even when he looked at me with those soft sympathetic-like eyes.

"Who is the father?" he asked quietly. "Is it the same person who left you those marks down there."

A cunning smile played across my lips and in a voice, I hardly recognized I said, "I'm a bastard, don't you know? I get bored easily. Every now and then I need someone to warm my bed." My hands gently stroked the hem of his sleeve as I added, "I could warm yours as well, Gaius."

I could almost hear the sharp snapping of an iron trap inside my head when I saw the way Gaius looked at me. Tears aren't the only woman's weapon, I thought, as I remembered the fateful words Cersei Lannister said the night Stannis Baratheon's army stormed the shores of King's Landing. We have another one between our legs.

"I am twice your age, child," the maester said wearily.

"All the more reason I should warm your bed tonight," I said slyly.

The temptation was too much for Gaius to bear, already he was succumbing to his own desires. His hands arrested the sides of my arms as he steered me towards the bed. Oh, no! What have I done, I realized, as I fell into the bed with him on top of me. His heated breath was already covering my chest when the unlocking of a door saved me from the inevitable. Petyr, I thought, as I quickly raised my head, but it was the stern expression of Lysa that greeted me.

"What is this?" she asked, with an unyielding gaze.

"My Lady, I can explain-"

"You are dismissed, sir."

"She was seducing me, it was never my intention too-"

"You are dismissed!" Lysa repeated, but this time she held the door wide open for him to leave.

"Please, let me explain. Alayne, she's- she's pregnant-"

"What?"

"She is pregnant my Lady. I was merely taking a closer look."

"Do you think I am a fool, Gaius!"

"No. I would never think that of you."

"Good," she said sternly. "Now, prepare me some moon tea and bring it back as soon as possible. After that you are dismissed."

Moon tea, I panicked, she can't make me drink that. I will not let her harm my child!

"Sansa, come here," instructed my Aunt the moment she locked the door. She had me sit on a chair next to the window, and calmly lit a candle so she could see me fully. Her hawk-like eyes eyed my naked form; colour as bright as her auburn hair rose to her cheeks. Her dim blue eyes darkened the longer she took me in, and to my horror they narrowed as her eyes finally locked onto mine. "Who is it?"

"Dale," I said quietly.

"He's not the one who gave you those marks over there."

"No, that was someone else."

"It was Petyr… wasn't it."

"No."

"Lies!"

"I swear to you-"

"I don't believe a single word you say. Your just like your mother."

"I swear it's not Petyr. It's someone else."

"Who?"

"I can't tell you! You'll kill him."

"If it's Petyr I swear to you-"

"It isn't him, Aunt Lysa!" I wailed. Tears began to stream down my face reluctantly, it was the fear not of getting caught, but of loosing my child that made me so emotional. "Please, don't make me drink it!"

"Why not? I had a child once… with Petyr and they took that away from me. Now, I will take it away from you, just in case it is his."

"It isn't him. Ask him!" I pleaded. "You must believe me… I wouldn't- I couldn't do such a thing."

"No?" she said mockingly. "Did I not see my maester on top of you a moment ago."

"He forced himself on me. He tried- he wanted-"

"Enough of this crying, child! None of this will work on me. You think I haven't seen this all before? Oh yes, your mother behaved the same way! Who could resist a woman's tears?"

"Have mercy. Please, don't do this to me. I'd rather die."

"Be careful, Sansa! You just might get your wish, for if it is Petyr's child I will throw you out the moon door without a second thought. You're a whore! Just like your mother was-"

"I'm not!" I cried. I was on my knees now, begging for her to show some sign of mercy, but the obstinate woman would not change her mind. She paced the room back in forth in a blind fury, as she waited for the maester to return. She had nothing else to say to me, Lysa's mind seemed to be occupied with something else. It was only a matter of time till she found out Petyr and I were alone together for the whole afternoon, and when she does figure it out I'm as good as dead.

A knock on the door resounded in my room. Lysa hurried over to the door and I took that small window of opportunity to retrieve a dagger Petyr had given to me and hid it behind my back. I'd kill her before I let her harm my child, I deliberated, as my grip tightened around the hilt. It was not maester Gaius, however, who stepped the through the room but a guard who stooped low to whisper something in my Aunt's ear. She looked anxious, and quickly followed him out the door, locking it behind her with careful deliberation.

Now, my time to escape, I realized, and sprinted towards the door but she had done something to lock it from the outside. I then ran to my window, but the fifty-foot drop was enough for me to consider another means of escape. I pounded on the door for a whole five minutes, but no one was there to open the door for me. Where is Eileen? Where is Petyr? Is there no one here to save me? I ran over to my chest and put on the warmest clothes I could find. Something told me I needed to be ready for anything, any small chance of hope I'll willingly take as long as I could save the thing that was growing inside of me. I leaned next to the wall, dagger in hand and waited for someone to open the door, so I could attack them unaware. I stayed this way for what felt like another five minutes before the door opened and I placed the sharp dagger against the lily-white neck of a small woman. It took me a second to realize it was Eileen with a dinner tray in hand.

"Alayne?" she asked, while eyeing me from the corner of her eyes.

I lowered the dagger away from her neck and rapped out, "Where's Petyr?"

She blinked at me in surprise, since this was the first time I had ever referred to him by his first name. The cat was out the bag, there was no need to hide the truth further.

"He was gone… he was…" she hesitated.

"You can tell me," I said quickly, as I took the tray away from her.

"Exploring unknown caverns throughout the castle. Secret passages and such."

"Where is he now?" I asked, hardly surprised by what she told me.

"He's in his solar, I think."

"Come with me," I urged her, and took her hand in mine. We ran down the hallway, down the flight of stairs and past half-suspicious guards till I reached the solar room. I told Eileen to wait outside and stay on guard for me, before I bolted open the door. He wasn't there, and I found myself panicking as I took in the eerie silence of the room.

"He's not here!" I exclaimed, as I shut the door behind me. "Eileen, where is he?"

"I don't know," she said truthfully. "What is wrong? Tell me, so I can help you."

"There is nothing you can do. I need to find Petyr, and I need to find him now!" As if in answer we heard a loud shrill coming from Lysa echoing down the hall. "Follow me!"

We fled down the narrow hallway until we reached the sky-blue doors of the courtroom, the falcon sigil was painted on the outside, an ominous warning not to enter that sacred room unless I was summoned. Still, the terrible screams coming from Lysa would not turn me away, cost what it may. "Eileen, find Maester Gaius. Follow him and report back to Petyr or I whatever he does. And if he tries to force something down my throat, for god's sake don't let him do it!" With one last parting look, I held her child-like hand in mine and gently squeezed it as a final farewell. I did not know why, but it felt like we were parting forever. Once I passed those doors, I knew I was walking straight to my death.

"If it's not your child than let me give her the moon tea."

"Let her keep the child," Petyr urged. "It would only make her unhappy if you should take it from her. She has already lost Ser Dale, and now you want her to lose his child as well."

"If you knew he was the father why did you keep it from me?" Aunt Lysa shrilled, as she took a step towards her husband. They were completely alone in the courtroom; the room was pitch-black aside from a few lamps strung along the wall. The open balcony behind them showed the marvelous twilight sky and the large flakes of snow that continued to flutter its way into the room. The moon door was not far behind, and I feared Lysa in her anger would throw Petyr and I out if she should learn the truth.

"I did not want to worry you. You have had so many things troubling you over these past several months, and I did not want to burden you further."

"She was supposed to marry my son!"

"I know, Lysa, but there is nothing we can do about that now."

"We should send her away."

"I agree."

"After we give her the moon tea."

"You would not do such a thing. My wife is too kind, and caring to commit such a-"

"You don't think I'm capable of it!" she interjected. "I'd throw her out the moon door if I found out it was you who did it!"

"Then it's a good thing, it wasn't me," Petyr said smoothly. Lysa's back was to me, but I knew Petyr could see me standing in front of the half-opened door. The moment his eyes caught mine I felt my courage rise, and I stepped further into the room.

"Still, you have not told me who has been sleeping with her as of late?"

"Am I to know everything?" Petyr asked slyly from the corner of his mouth. "Besides, we all have our needs."

"We do, just as long as she isn't having it with you."

"Oh, my silly wife," Petyr said, as he took a step towards her. "I have loved no one, but you."

"Please, just let her drink the tea and then send her away. No one needs to know what she has done."

"You know I can't do that," he said in a strained voice. His eyes glanced over her shoulders and burrowed into mine. I could feel the heat of his rays, it was beckoning me further though I hardly knew why. Petyr placed his hands at the sides of his wife's shoulder and rubbed it coaxingly, while his eyes continued to connect with mine.

"Lysa I think you should know that I have loved only one person my entire life," Petyr paused, as he let a small smile tugged at the corner of his lip. "And she is standing right here in front of me," he added, before he swiveled his wife around and made her face me. "She is beautiful, isn't she? I can only imagine our child will be more so. It is a pity that you won't be there to see it," he uttered, and without warning he shoved her through the open moon door and watched her body cascade into the pit of darkness.

"You killed her," I breathed, after her screams died away.

"A necessary evil," he remarked, as he made his way towards me. He wrapped his arms around me and endowed me with a kiss on my brow. His fingers gently caressed the sides of his cheeks as he looked at me lovingly. "I promised I would never let her hurt you."

"And you kept your word," I mused. I could smell the fresh waft of mint coming from his mouth as he inched it forward. I tilted my head upwards and kissed him hungry, it gave me a sick pleasure to know I could kiss him this way, even after all that we've done.

"Sansa," Petyr breathed, after he broke his lips apart from mine. "I love you, you must remember that always."

"I know you do."

"No, I need you to remember this," he said, before he leaned in and kissed me lips passionately. Why did it feel like it was the last time, I thought, as he broke away from my grip and steadily walked backwards. "Do you trust me, Sansa?"

"Yes, of course."

"Because I need you to trust me now… more than ever."

"Petyr, I do!"

"Good. Because your going to need it," he breathed. He suddenly sprinted away from me and opened the courtroom doors. "Guards!" he shouted at the top of his lungs. A handful of guards stormed into the room, and only when they stood beside him did Petyr point his finger in my direction and bellowed, "Arrest her! She just killed my wife."