Monster // Petyr Baelish

25. I Love Gambling

"So are we betting on someone today?" Rieka pondered, her father still wasnt here and she was glad that he was missing his tournament because now she got to hold onto Petyrs hand, lean into him, she liked that he wrapped his arm around her and Ned couldnt give them disapproving looks or drag Rieka away. 

"Who would you like to bet on?" Petyr pondered. 

'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'

"Cleganes are tall fuckers." Reika remarked. Petyr chuckled kissing her cheek and she loved that he did that. Loved that he wanted to be near her, wanted hold her closer. Loved that he wasnt a prissy little annoying shit like Joffrey, liked that he was like her in many ways.

'And his opponent?' Sansa whispered looking to the very small man in comparison.

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

"Never met uncle Jon, everyone said he was a good man." Rieka remarked. "Then again never met aunt Lysa, everyone called her a loon. I wonder what they say about mother behind her back?" Rieka looked to petyr. Petyr opened his mouth and closed it smirking back at her, his head tipped to the side slightly. "I know what they say about you and I'm not swayed away much to my parents dismay." Rieka assured as she pecked a kiss to his lips.

'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.

Rieka anchored her hand on Petyrs shoulder her arm draped down his back as he trailed a hand up her thigh. He had never loved these southern dresses more. The thin short fabric shifted with his touch. 

The competitors 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. Sansa screamed grabbing onto Rieka's hand and Rieka stumbled forward as she let go of Petyr.

"Clam your tits." rieka instructed. "you are fine." Rieka assured holding onto her. "You are safe, I got you."

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.

'Not what you were expecting?' Petyr asked and sansa shook her head into Rieka.

"Not, not what I was expecting." Rieka countered. 

'has anyone ever told you lovely ladies the story of the mountain and the hound?' Petyr began, he glanced back at sandor. 'a lovely little tale of brotherly love.' Sansa and Rieka glanced back at Sandor as well 'the hound,' Petyr went on as he grabbed Rieka's hand pressing a kiss to the top of her hand, a smile crept up Rieka's face, he kept his eyes on hers until her hand rested in his lap. He traced a delicate thumb over her hand.

"The hound was just a pup six years old maybe Gregor a few years older but he was already getting a bit of a reputation some people said that the boy was just born with a talent for violence. One evening Gregor found his little brother playing with a toy by the fire Gregor's toy. A wooden knight. Gregor never said a word he just grabbed his brother by the scruff of his neck and shoved his face into the burning coals held him there while the boy screamed, and his face melted...' Petyr smirked over at a scared sansa. Rieka however her face showed one of sympathy, pity, awe even. Petyr stared at Rieka a moment longer. 'There aren't very many people that know that story'