The Other Stark girl

Defeat

Eve, afraid and livid, thought of writing to her mother.She was a thousand leagues away, but once her mother found out about her getting married to Littlefinger she would come to her rescue.There was no paper and ink in the chamber.It had been three days since Queen Cersei decided she was to wed Littlefinger.Eve was beginning to go mad in that chamber.She abhorred this room, she abhorred everything about King's Landing.If father had accepted Joffrey as the rightful heir to the Iron Throne, I wouldn't have to marry Littlefinger.She decided she would try her very best to avoid being married to him.She would seek out a way.There's still time, she thought with hope.

There was a knock on the door.Eve couldn't get up to open it as it was locked from the outside.She heard the clanging of keys.Were they finally going to let me out?, she thought with a smile on her face.The door was opened.She peeped up and there he was.His grey-green eyes scanned her.He was followed by two maidens holding dresses."Good Afternoon, my lady" he said, with a slight smirk "I thought I should let you pick your wedding dress.It will be your first wedding and mine too".He gestured for the maidens to show the dresses to Eve."Any dress would be fine.You will find that I am not finicky when it comes to such matters" She simply did not know what else to say."Leave us" the man with the Mockingbird pin commanded the maidens.Eve looked away.She could still feel his gaze on her.He sat at the edge of the bed and asked Eve to sit down too.He looked at her, intently "Eve.What girl would let her betrothed pick her wedding dress for her?".He reached for her hand but she swatted it away."That is something most girls would do" said Eve, her voice choking "And I am not like most girls.You do as you like, my lord.I've had no say in any matter thus far.Why should I in this?".She dipped her head.Lord Baelish got up, sighing."Very well.I reckon you will look lovely in the ivory silk dress" He stood in the doorway, just about to leave "But then again, you will look beautiful in any dress you wear" he left, smirking.Eve had to think.She had to sit down and think how she might get herself out of marrying Littlefinger.She would have to scheme that day.At least Sansa wasn't promised to someone.Not yet, at least.