I know I have been horrible about posting. I just wanted to post this little snip it. I might post little things instead of monster chapters, to get the story going. Thanks for hanging in with me. This is a very short chapter. Lots of love to you all.
The days plan had been to for all the heads of the houses to gather and discuss the real reason why so many people had tracked so far from their homes while the children had gone out on their hunt. No one was lost in the true matters at hand. They needed to decide who of their houses would ally themselves with the other houses. The practice of marrying within their boarders was no longer an option. Many of the families were wed to closely as it was. Everyone present knew they needed to wed their heirs to other great families. Power was up for grabs, and all were ready to fight for a scrap of it.
Lysa had been waiting for this moment since her husbands death. Every move she had made in her life had prepared her for this moment. She held the letter from the only person she had ever trusted in the world. Every move she made, every step she took he was there watching over her. This letter, like the ones before it had not only altered her world but the entire world that she lived in.
A small giggle escaped her lips as she thought it over. All these people were gathered in the godforsaken North were here because of her. She twirled and looked again at her letter. She read it again. She knew it would be the last letter her beloved would be able to send her for some time.
My Darling Lysa,
The news of your husbands death and your decision to return to the Vale has saddened me but I understand your decision. The welfare of your child is more important then anything, as well as your own happiness. I hope you find strength in your husbands lands, around family.
I have heard that the King and his family will finally be departing King's Landing for Winterfell. Might I suggest you go and visit your sister in your time of grief? I think that much will benefit you if you go to your sisters family.
You have done well my sweet, in everything you have done. There is much you have done that will be rewarded. I have found someone who could protect you from the evils we have talked about many times before. This man is a friend to me and I trust him with the care of your son. This man is powerful and will make every dream we have had come true my sweet. Our time will come soon.
My deepest love and undying devotion
Sadly there was no signature at the end of the letter, yet she knew the small precise style of the writing. Letters like this were her treasures. Her secret love had been the one to open her eyes to the threat her husband placed on her child. He had told her what she should do.
She had heard of her husbands plan to send her child away, to be fostered with another family. Jon had wanted to send her baby back to the Vale alone, away from her. She had yelled at Jon that their son was sick and she was the only one who could treat his illness. Yet her husband was still going to send Sweet Robin away. Lysa had gone to the one person who had always been there for her. She had told him of her woes and he had set the plan in motion. She had killed her husband. Now she was free of anything and anyone trying to take her baby from her. And soon she would have her love with her.
All she had to do now was figure out a way to keep the others away from her son, his lands and away from her lovers plans. Her siblings were starting to suspect something. Or rather Edmure was and he was trying to turn their sister against her.
She placed the letter, the only one she dared to bring back in her locked case and walked to her wardrobe in thought. Edmure was nothing. She had taken the life of a man many believed to be great. She looked in the case at the very thing that had killed her husband. If she could end his life why not a meddlesome brother? What did she fear now that she was free?
She giggled again and picked a frock to wear to meet with the others. It was a blue dress, one her beloved said made her look beautiful. She took the dress and placed it on the bed. Lysa moved to the mirrored table and sat applying her face. She pulled the rope to summon a body servant to help her dress. Today she had to look the part of the Lady of the Vale. All would fear her and bow down to her. For she alone held life and death over them all. The servants found her crouched over her paints laughing.