A/N The first two chapters deal with the lives, relationships and mindsets of the two heads of the vale and House Arryn. Jon has always been like a father to Martyn .Lysa on the other hand, well we shall see…This chapter deals with the Life of same old Lady Arryn and her relationship to a new character Martyn Arryn. It should be enough for us to imagine what lies ahead. Hope you enjoy it…
The breeze coming from the bay was filled with the smell of salt and rocks. Blackwater bay. Cesspool of Westeros. No wonder it smells so bad. Lysa had been sitting there for quite a long time since the captain of Merchant's maiden begged her to do so in order to unload some goods. She was there, standing beneath the shadow of the enormous structure of the Red keep. Damned place, cursed place. No wonder he went from bad to worse.
It had been in the midst of a hard won sleep that Lysa was informed of Jon's summons. She had ignored it. Of course, what did that old man think I should have done. Comfort him while braving the stench of his mouth which smelled so like this foul bay. Wasn't sharing bed with him enough? May he soon be released from this peril? He deserves that much, Lord Grandfather. She allowed herself a smile on this thought. It had been a too hard for her to mentally accept marriage to a man who was older than her father. He is a noble man, my sweet…..he will be nice to you. Yes ,as nice as a grandfather. At least he got a noble death.
My sweet Petyr, all for you and your mint flavored kisses. She had shared that passionate last kiss with Petyr in her private chambers."I will soon come to the vale Lysa , to fulfill my dream of being besides you in the high seat and , yes, in the high beds". With that wicked little smile of his, he had bidden her farewell."Give our Sweetrobin my love", he had said before going back. If only he was ours.
"And keep an eye on that boy", she had told him, "Inform me about his activities in the court. Of course, that little boy from a lesser branch of Arryns had been a headache for her all these years. As if tolerating his presence wasn't enough that Jon wanted to name him as his Heir upon his death. She had cried out loudly in joy the day Sweetrobin was born, "Here comes the falcon, a falcon strong and bright". He still is the same sweet one he was on his name day. Martyn had been sent away from the Kingslanding to scrub the chamber pots of a rough Uncle Brynden. But later even Uncle started to praise the boy in a guarded tone whenever he sent a raven. Soon the boy was back. Why? Jon wanted a protector for robin. Protector, as if his mother had died. She cursed him on his face that day. The old man just sighed and left her room. Now he is alone. The Falcon chick, My Mockingbird will keep an eye on him.
She suspected that Martyn might try to win favors of the King (king sot she called him), in order to receive the traditional Arryn titles for himself. What else if not that? He REFUSED to come. Petyr had advised her to go to the Eyrieand protect Sweetrobin from any harm. Of course, The Eyrie is impregnable .What did King sot was thinking? "Hand him to Lord Tywin for fostering. It will do well to your boy". I would see my hands burn before I had my babe given to the cruel and cunning lions as a morsel. Let them have him. Petyr, her clever Petyr, had also told her to go back and place herself over the high seat to block Martn's path. She had taken the whole household along with her, guards, cooks, stewards, servants, stable hands, Maester and others. Although a few chose to stay. Let them die with him. She knew that without anyone looking over him, the lannister infested court would soon eliminate the old order that Jon left behind, along with HIM. She couldn't help but smile at the prospect. My clever Petyr.
"MY LADY", the captain called out, "you are welcome aboard my ship". She gave him a polite nod."By the grace of the Warrior, we shall safely see the end of our journey to Gulltown". Yes, but many won't.
Greedy, Jealous, Lustful, Words aren't enough to describe Lysa. But knitting dreams in minds is one thing and making it happen entirely another. Hang on to see the next chapter on Martyn Arryn's you all a happy day...