Wonderland // Ned Stark // Petyr Baelish (1)

37. Flustered

''Hey,'' sandor grabbed alices arm as she tried to sneak in.

''Sandor. Hello. Im sorry. Im in a bit of a-''

He ran a finger under her lip with a chuckle.

''Who you been fucking?'' He chuckled showing her smudged makeup on his finger

''No one.'' Alice told him quickly.

''You are flustered.''

'Am not.'' She retorted

''Gorgeous you are.'' Sandor told her. ''It wasn't a question.''

''I just... was running late and it-''

''Friends dont need to lie to each other.'' Sandor informed her. ''I can keep a secret.''

''I didnt fuck anyone.'' Alice hissed

''Sure you didn't.''

''Honest i didnt.'' Alice told him but sandor smirked down at her. ''I didn't!''

''But you're not as innocent as you seem Alice Baelish.'' Sandor remarked

''Shut up,'' she whispered as she moved past him wiping at her face. ''Hi honey.'' Alice said kissing petyrs cheek.

''Hello love. You alright?'' Petyr questioned wrapping an arm around her.

''Fine just over slept put my dress on backwards and probably bumped my head on the doorframe getting here.'' she mused leaning into him. Petyr stared back at her.

"I thought you were delivering cookies?" Petyr countered and Alice put a hand on her head.

"Maybe I did hit my head." She looked to her hands. "I guess he got it..." Alice said breathlessly.

''My clumsy girl one of these days you are going to fall down a rabbit hole.'' petyr mused.

''Have you seen the white rabbit!'' Alice demanded

''What?'' Petyr questioned looking her over. ''You really did hit your head love.''

''What? Oh. I'm fine. Sorry.'' Alice answered softly as petyr kissed her temple.

"You alright Alice?" Petyr questioned running a hand over her back.

"Yes... yeah... I'm... thirsty." Alice decided getting up. "I'll be right back."

'Good Lord who is that?' Sansa questioned Petyr as the competitors in the tournament rode forward.

'That is ser Gregor Clegane they call him the mountain.' Petyr told her 'the hounds older brother'

'And his opponent?'

'Sir hugh of the veil,' Petyr told her as both opponents came forward bowing before the king 'he was Jon Arryn's squire'

'Yes yes enough of the bloody pomp,' Robert said 'have at it,' he said leaning lazily back in his chair. Both riders took their places at the opposite end of the jousting arena the horn blew and both men took off their jousting spears pointed at each other's faces. They missed, they turned around to begin again this time however Gregor did not miss. His lance speared Ser Hugh in the throat and he came colliding to the ground. Blood spewed from his neck as part of the lance was lodged in his throat he spewed for breath before he breathed his last. Ser gregor stood victorious as ser hugh was carried away.

"I know you have something on you." Alice whispered holding out her hand to Sandor.

"What?" He chuckled.

"My head is all over the place I need a drink." Alice told him. "I know you have some"

"It's strong stuff." Sandor warned.