Monster // Petyr Baelish

7. Not My Proudest Moment

"Whatever. Im sure its not a big deal..."

"It's a big deal." Jon corrected. "Damn I missed all the fun."

"It's a big fucking deal. What if hes I don't know like a psychopath? Or a monster? Or ugly!" Rieka agreed.

"That shouldn't matter." Robb chimed in

"Ha!" Rieka corrected. "If I have to love this man kiss this man do things- Things! With this man. He better have a nice face."

"Shallow much."

"I'm sorry and the whores you and theon fuck are not based on looks and tit size?" Rieka countered as she crossed her arms over her chest. Robb remained silent. "Thought so! I changed my mind. Jon marry me."

"What?" Jon rasped

"You're right that would be too weird. You're my brother ick." Rieka agreed.

"Ick." Jon murmured.

"Not you," Rieka corrected. "just you know... Brother."

"Half brother." Sansa remarked as she passed

"You are welcome! I gave you that prick!" Rieka called after her.

"You wouldn't apricate joff like I do." Sansa agreed.

"Oh, is it Joff now? You two get real buddy, buddy in the past hour?" Rieka teased and Sansa groaned.

"What are you going to do Rie?" Bran questioned.

"I'm so fucking doomed." Rieka muttered.

"Yep, you can still marry me though." Theon assured and Rieka threw a pillow at him.

"I need good solutions, Theon." Rieka corrected.

"I think its a great solution." Theon muttered.

"Gods," Rieka groaned out flopping into the bed face first. "Why did I say him! Because hes not here to contradict my story." She muttered to herself. "Gods im gonna get to the capital and he is going to laugh in my face."

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'She is a fresh widow Catelyn, she does not know what she's saying.' Ned assured her letting out a huff of a breath.

'Lysa's head would be on a spike right now if the wrong people had found out Ned!' Catelyn exclaimed why wasn't he taking her seriously? 'Do you think she would risk her life? Her son's life? To risk telling us that her husband was murdered?'

Ned resisted the urge to rub his temple Rieka was already giving him a migraine and Catelyn wasnt helping the situation.

'If this news is true and the Lannister's are conspiring against the throne who but you can protect the king' maester Lyewen said coming up behind them.

'They murdered the last Hand,' catelyn reminded him 'now you wanted to take the job? Want to allow Rieka to go south and marry little finger?"

"We dont know if that proposal is right or not and I didnt agree to it, so its void." Ned declared.

"You want to tell the king that?" Catelyn sneered.

'They traveled a month to ask for Ned Starks help. He is the only one he trusts. He swore the oath.' Lyewen reminded Catelyn.

'He spent half his life fighting in Roberts wars he owes him nothing!' she spat. 'Your father and Brother Road South once on the kings demand.' she reminded him. "Now you want to do the same, put my girls in danger?"

'A different time,' Ned remarked. 'a different King.' Catelyn huffed a breath. 'Robert is in danger that means,' Ned said softly thinking it through, "I have to go. I'm the only one who trusts. I'm the only one that can protect him. I can end Rieka's union when I'm there, the south will be good for her. YOu know it.''

"Talk to her." Catelyn demanded. 

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"Rieka!" Ned demanded that night.

"Yep, you're in trouble." RObb agreed as her siblings scattered quickly.

"Traitors!" Rieka shouted back at them.

"Rieka." Catelyn sneered.

"Rieka-"

"Thats my name dont wear it out." Rieka agreed trying to lighten the mood but she was failing. "Hey daddio, just so you know you are my favorite and I love you and dont kill me." Rieka begged.

"Did he honestly propose?" Catelyn shouted. 'Petyr? Did he propose to you!"

"That is what I said didnt I?" She murmured.

"Rieka let me see it." NEd demanded. "Where is this proposal? Gods, you know I am in charge of you and I say no."

"Did he propose?" Catelyn demanded.

"Okay... maybe not," rieka admitted.

"Rieka Rose Stark!"

"Full name, you're in trouble." Rickon remarked peering in.

"Go to bed!" Catelyn pointed a commanding finger back at Rickon.

"Good luck Rae." Rickon whispered running down the hall.

"Thanks... I need it." Rieka whispered.

"Rieka truth, now." Catelyn demanded.

"I'm not marrying that cunt of a prince. Sansa likes him she can him." Rieka declared. "Win, win-"

"Lose!" Catelyn corrected. "The king thinks you are wed to petyr and then what happens when you get to the capital? Your story falls apart and the king thinks the starks, people of honor and honesty are a bunch of liars!"

"Not my proudest moment."