saviour | s. clegane

t h r e e

the remainder of the journey to kings landing was quiet and uneventful. with time, we arrived.

southerners gathered around as we rode into the capital. father was immediately called to a small council meeting as soon as he got off his horse.

i settled myself into my chamber and unpacked all my things. strapping a band around my upper thigh and slipping my dagger through it; for emergencies.

soon i got bored and decided to explore a bit. i strolled down alleyways and through castles, up stairs and down some. greeting many people along the way.

"lyarra snow, is it?" i heard a voice call my name from above, looking up i saw a man with a brow mustache and strips of grey hair on the sides of his face.

"i'm sorry, do i know you?" i asked, staring at the man.

"no but i'd love to have a formal introduction, enter through the door to your left and walk up the flight of stairs, i'll be at the top." he smirked and moved away from the window.

i looked to my left and saw the entrance he was talking about. i went in and up the stairs as directed, meeting the man at the top.

"there have been rumors about your beauty, never did i imagine them to be so truthful." he said, reaching out his hand, "i'm petyr, petyr baelish." he introduced,

i took his hand in mine and shook it,

"it seems you already know my name." i raised an eyebrow and he smirked,

"you're ned starks bastard, everyone knows your name." he stated,

"i hope i'm known for more than just being ned starks bastard," i challenged,

"ah, yes. you're also known for being the most beautiful bastard one has ever laid their eyes on."

"i hope you're not about to ask if i'd like to work for you," i tilted my head,

"work? for me? and how would you know what kind of work i do?" petyr asked,

"well lord baelish, your name happens to be one that is thrown around quite a bit. master of coin and one damn good whoremonger." i turned on my heel and began to head out,

"snow! i'd love for you to work here." he grinned his snaky grin and raised an eyebrow,

"i might be back, although it won't be for work." i winked in a teasing manner and went down the stairs and back to the red keep.

as i was strolling through the elegant halls of the red keep i came across jaime lannister. i nodded my head respectfully, trying to get through the encounter without a single word.

"lyarra snow?" he asked as i came to a halt, turning on my heel,

"ser jaime lannister," i curtsied and placed my hand in his that he hand placed out. he brought my hand to his face, pressing his lips to it shortly.

"a northern bastard in the castle of the king, lords and ladies. far from home, snow." he raised an eyebrow and continued on his way.

i rolled my eyes at the kingslayer and continued exploring the castle.

i ended up in the throne room and saw joffrey sitting atop of it, sandor by his side per usual.

"my prince," i bowed,

"lyarra snow. such a beauty. such a shame you're a bastard. i would rather wed you instead of your red haired sister. i'd bed you in a minute too." he chuckled as i grimaced,

"you're lucky to be wedding sansa. she's an amazing young lady and she'll be the best queen to ever live. don't hurt her." i glared at joffrey, my eyes burning holes into his face.