Monster // Petyr Baelish

43. Puff Of Smoke

Joffrey's name day celebration was in full swing and Rieka was bored out of her mind. She had been trying to be less like herself, more silent and less I'm going to rip your head off towards Joffrey for Sansa's sake. Rieka expected them to cut off her head for all the shit she spewed to Cersei and Joffrey but no. Here they were. Rieka poured herself another drink.  A man was currently having wine pour down his throat to the point of choking Joffrey was smiling maliciously

'You can't!' Sansa sputtered

'What did you just say? Did you just say I can't?' Joffrey questioned. Rieka cleared her throat, protect your sister ran through her mind. 

'My sister just mean that would be bad luck to kill a man on name day.' Rieka clarified. Sansa nodded in agreement.

'Some sort of peasant superstition.' Joffrey muttered brushing it off.

"I drink and I know things." Rieka offered rising her cup to him, joffrey scoffed as Rieka finished what might have been her 6th cup, she stopped counting after she remembered she was a prisoner and would rather drink herself to death than watch her sister marry Joffrey.

'No the girl is right,' Sandor told him, Rieka spared him a glance, was he trying to win back into her good graces, if he ever was. 'what a man sows on his name day he reaps all year.''

''Take him away I will have him killed tomorrow, the fool.' Joffrey said as the man was thrown to the ground spewing out the wine that was forced down him.

'A fool, you are so clever.' Sansa remarked as Rieka poured another glass. 'he would make a much better fool than a knight, he does not deserve the mercy of a quick death.' 

Quick death. Mercy. I showed him mercy, joffreys voice rang out in Rieka's head and it only made her want to drown him, strangle him, burn him to the ground until he was nothing but ash. Wow, very Targaryen of her, maybe she should be queen. Mad Queen, Rieka stark, I will burn your evil bastard king and bring the queens justice to the realms. She was already thinking of her campaign speech. 

'Did you hear my lady? from this day you will be my new fool.' Joffrey decreed.

'Thank you your Grace and you my lady thank you.' He said bowing before them nervously.

'Beloved nephew' Tyrion said approaching 'we looked for you on the battlefield you were nowhere to be found.' Tyrion remarked pouring a glass of wine.

'I've been here ruling the kingdom's.' Joffrey said pompously.

'And what a fine job you've done...' Tyrion turned to his younger niece and nephew. 'look at you more beautiful than ever and you, you are going to be than the hound but much better looking,' Tyrion said talking to Myrcella and Tommen. 'he doesn't like me,' tyrion said to Bronn, motioning to Sandor.

'I can't understand why...' Bronn said standing next to Sandor.

"My ladies." Tyrion remarked looking between Rieka and Sansa.

"I do hope mummy wasnt to harsh with you." Rieka remarked with a smirk. "She has been known to be a rule follower but ever since the Lannisters came to winterfell she has been in such a rebellious mood." Tyrion chuckled meeting Rieka's gaze. 

"I have noticed that." Tyrion remarked. "Oh, your brother says hello. Robb, he wasnt the friendliest to me but when I passed by Winterfell he said when I made it to the capital- that was before all hell broke loose-" Tyrion clarified when Rieka's breath caught in her chest. "Well, he says hello." 

"Thank you." Rieka whispered her attitude gone. 

'Well,' Tyrion took a step back 'I wish I could stay and celebrate but there is work to be done,' Tyrion informed Joffrey. "So lovely to see you again Lady Rieka."