"I want to see her fly!" Sweet Robin said bitterly, he was being held back by some of the guards who were quick to catch him before he jumped on top of me. His dark brown eyes swelled up with tears, it had been that way ever since he was given the news this morning. "She killed her! She killed my mother!"

"You must control yourself," Lord Royce urged. "This is no place for violent outbursts."

"I don't care!" he spitted, as he tried to wriggle out of their grip. "She doesn't deserve it."

"Everyone deserves a fair trial, my Lord. Even if they do not deserve it."

Sweet Robin grew exhausted from his efforts and slumped over in the guard's arm. He was weeping bitterly, his cries drowning out any sensible words that were coming out of Lord Royce's mouth. My trial could not continue- not when Sweet Robin burst into violent tears as he bemoaned over his recently deceased mother.

Petyr walked over to the Eyrie council and whispered something into Lord Royce's ear. They both seemed to agree on the matter, for they nodded their heads in silent agreement before Lord Royce motioned the guards to take the young lord away. "I am sorry Lord Robin, but we cannot continue this trial when you are making such a noise. Perhaps, when you are feeling quite better you can come back."

The boy pounded his chest in fury, pulling at his hair as though he was possessed. "No! You can't- can't…"

"Take him away," Petyr ordered, his tone was firm enough for the guards to grapple at the boy's waist and drag him away.

"Nooooo!" echoed throughout the room, until the door was promptly shut behind him. It could still be heard as they dragged him across the long halls of the Vale.

"Finally, we can have some order," a frail looking woman said as she rose up from her chair. Lady Rosaline was a part of the small council, her long shawl swishing across the floor as she approached me. She looked me up and down with a careful eye, those cool hazel eyes narrowed as she took in my physiognomy. "You don't look like your father-"

"I take after my mother," I interrupted. Another lie I was well-versed in, it was unfortunate I didn't have time to rehearse for this one. I was still shivering from the night before, it had been a long, sleepless night in my open imprisonment. When I say open, I mean to say the open cavern they left me in once the guards took hold of me and carried me out of the royal courtroom. It had not been used since Tyrion Lannister's short imprisonment, how very fitting that I should be his predecessor.

"That is the most logical explanation," Lady Rosaline prompted up, after she contemplated the coolness of my frosty blue eyes. "You look very much like…."

I sucked in my cheeks, fearing she wouldn't utter the name that would send Petyr and I through the moon door one after another. I can only hope he'll be the one to fall down first, after everything he put me through, I thought bitterly, and shot a venomous glance in his direction.

"No… you're a bastard. It could never be," she reasoned. "We have already heard your father's evidence. It is now your turn to explain your actions and why Lady Lysa is no longer with us."

"I will tell you anything you want," I said sweetly, like a bird that was mocking Petyr's song. "Everything my father has told you is true."

"Still, I want to hear it from your lips."

"Very well," I said coolly. "What would you like to know?"

"Did you push Lady Lysa out the moon door?"

I felt something caught in my throat, like the wind was knocked out of me. Should I tell her the truth? Or a lie? I glanced at Petyr and saw the calmness in his grey-green eyes, as if he already foresaw this coming. Why does he look so serene when my entire life is hanging by a thread? When our child's life is at stake?

"A question has been posed to you, Alayne," Lord Royce rapped out. "You must answer the question."

"Yes," I said wearily.

"Yes? You killed her," Lady Rosaline questioned.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"She was going to kill my child."

"You are pregnant?"

"I am. Two months to be exact."

"Who is the father?" Lord Royce asked, as he took a step forward. "Lord Baelish you forgot to let this out!"

"You never asked me the reason she did this," Lord Baelish said smoothly, as he leaned himself off the wall. "You simply asked me who murdered my wife."

"This is an important detail that you should have not let out," Lord Rosaline interjected, after she turned to face the sole witness of this tragedy.

"Would you have been merciful to her if you knew the truth? Does it pain you to know you are not only condemning one person, but two?"

"We don't need to hear your snide remarks, Lord Baelish," Lord Royce bellowed. "I hope you don't forget your place."

"I hardly know what you mean."

"Oh? Your being cunning now?"

"I would hardly use that word to describe myself."

What the hell is he doing? Why is he angering the only man who may have a chance to save me? Even Lady Rosaline did not look pleased by this ensuing conflict. If only I could knock some sense into Petyr.

"Believe me, I would use a far worse word if were not in the presence of young ladies."

"I'm intrigued, please, do tell," Petyr said slyly, as he sauntered over to the man.

"I have no idea why Lady Lysa decided to marry you of all people."

"I understand she rejected your hand, did she not? I can only hope your personal feelings won't get in the way of these legal proceedings."

"I can give you my full assurance that I will be unbiased. It is you as a witness that should be questioned."

"You insult me," Petyr gibed, half a smile now crept across his face.

"You did not tell us she was pregnant."

"Perhaps, it was because I was too ashamed to admit the truth. I am aware of the failings of a being a bastard, but I had hoped Alayne would rise above that."

"Bastard blood is the worst!" Lord Royce agreed. "I can only hope the father is willing to take her on."

"He's dead," I piped up, trying to make my voice sound as strained as possible. I wiped away an idle tear, hoping it would gain me some sympathy from the onlookers.

"Who is it, my child?" Lady Rosaline asked, as she took slow step towards me. "Surely, there is no reason to hold the truth back now?"

"It was Ser Dale. I loved him, and he loved me. He didn't care that I was a bastard. He wanted to marry me and take me away from all this war and endless conflict. By the time I figured out I was pregnant it was too late, he- he…"

"Died trying to save her life," Petyr said softly. He took a step forward and faced the council members. "He fought bravely at the battle on King's Road when we were ambushed by an army of bandits."

"I was there. I can attest that everything she said is true," Lord Royce said clearly.

"Lady Lysa found out last night when she had one of her maester's examine me. She didn't let me have time to explain, she just ordered Maester Gaius to make me moon tea-"

"Where is Maester Gaius?" Lord Royce asked, as he turned to look at his fellow council men. "He should be hear to testify."

"He has been missing since last night," Petyr said slyly, his face dead-pan as he uttered the words. I could see the fire burning in his eyes, a faint amusement at whatever fate fell upon the poor man.

"I want the Vale to be turned upside down until you find that man, do you understand?" Lord Royce ordered to the last remaining guards in the trial room. "And don't come back till you find him!"

"Finish your story, child," Lady Rosaline chided, once the guards had left the room.

"I went to look for my father. I wanted to explain- to tell him the truth. I found them both in the courtroom arguing about whether they should keep the child. Lysa was so determined to kill the thing that is growing inside of me. My father reasoned with her, but she would hear no word of truth. She came to me and grappled her hands around my waist, she was trying to send me back to the maester. I was afraid- so very, very afraid. A madness must have come over me, for as soon as she laid a hand near my stomach I- I pushed her through the moon door. I killed her. I took a life… to save a life."

"A life that is not yet born," Lord Royce reminded me with a grave expression. "I think we can all agree on the verdict?"

The council men looked at one another in silent agreement. "Alayne Stone, did your father have any time to stop this from happening?"

"No, it was all so sudden. He couldn't have- even if he wanted too."

"Lord Baelish?"

"It happened to quickly," Petyr said, his brogue heavy as he uttered the words. His eye looked dim, too dim for my liking. Was this not his plan all along? The way his chest heaved as he turned his head away from me, made a nervous chill run down my spine. Maybe things aren't going the way he expected, I thought, once he let out a long uncontrolled sigh.

"If you believe Alayne Stone should be condemned for her crimes raise your hand?" Every single hand in the room raised, except for Petyr and I. "Then the decision is final. Alayne you are found guilty…"

The room felt like it was getting darker, as I felt a rush of blood to my head. This can't be happening, I panicked, as my eyes locked onto Petyr. He has a plan to get me out of this, doesn't he?

"You will be served the same punishment as the one you gave to Lady Lysa…"

No, no, no! This isn't real? I griped at the sides of my clothing, wringing my fingers down the torn shawl that they gave me before I entered the room. Petyr wouldn't do this to me? He wouldn't do this to our child? He's cunning, manipulative, moral less, but he wouldn't do this to me?

"Take her away," Lord Royce said gravely, swinging his hand away as though I was a pesky fly, a bothersome thing that he no longer wished to see.

"Please," I begged, as two guards took a hold of me. "My child!"

"I'm so sorry," Lady Rosaline said, before they dragged me past her.

"Pet- Father, please," I shrilled, as they took me past him as well. I reached out to him, but they snatched my hand away and held it behind my back. "Don't let them do this."

Petyr opened his mouth, but no words could come out. His grey-green eyes were cloudy, threatening to swell up with tears. Words trembled on his lips, but no audible sound was heard as they dragged me away from him. Our eyes were locked, held there for what felt like an eternity, and then a darkness came over me and all I could see was a large ebony door being shut. "No," I breathed, while they dragged me away and with one last effort I held out my hand, as if I could still feel the warmth of his hand in mine.