Monster // Petyr Baelish

47. Scoundrel

That first fortnight was spent in majority in bed, she was sore and stiff but she wouldnt have it any other way. Avalon was still getting used to it. Petyr was already on Avalon's good side so when Rieka screamed out in delight and Avalon started to growl, Rieka waved a hand at her silencing her. 

Petyr had gotten extra bones from feast, chicken legs, spare meaty brothy fatty bones for Avalon and he would stew them, give her the bone to gnaw on while he consumed Rieka. Avalon and Petyr came to agreement. Petyr was going to need more bones though at the rate him and Rieka were gone and the rate Avalon was grinding through them but it was worth it. 

That's beautiful Peter declared coming up behind Rieka, her fingers never stopped.

"This was a favorite of my fathers." she remarked. "He used to have me play it on every name day of his, on their anniversary too he said I want one thing. I want my Rieka to play a song, my song." Rieka choked on the words. But her fingers never stopped moving. "Its his name day today..." she added softly and Petyr sat beside her. "I can't thank you enough. For everything."

"You are my wife I do anything for you," he remarked "know that I would do anything for you."

"And I you." she agreed finally letting her hands fall from the keys into her lap. "Can you walk me back to the castle? I want to see sansa." 

"Of course, let me put my shoes on... and some pants." He realized RIeka smiled back at him before turning back to the piano. 

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"I will find you after my love, I have been summoned." Petyr remarked kissing her quickly. 

"Summoned?" Rieka questioned. 

"Just the little lord." Petyr assured kissing her again. Avalon ran circles around them used to their long goodbyes. 

"Okay, drop kick him if needed." Rieka decided and Petyr choked out a laugh. 

"I love you more and more." Petyr declared. 

"I love you." Rieka agreed before seeing Sansa. "Find me after." Rieka instructed as she pat her thigh, Avalon looked to her. "Ready?" They took off and Petyr watched them longingly. 

'I'm so grateful to have a man of your knowledge with this quick wisdom on our side, on my side.' Tyrion told him.

'Thank you my Lord.' Petyr answered confused. 

'The crown is in the need to form new alliances and these alliances must often be sealed in matrimony.' Tyrion told him. 'But remember no one must ever know' Tyrion added.

'Tell no one what?' Petyr questioned

'I plan to wed princess Marcella to Robin Arryn of the veil. Lysa is not fond me but perhaps the promise of a royal match will convince her to let bygones be bygones.' Tyrion told petyr.

'She imprisoned you, she tried to execute you.' Petyr reminded him 'and you offer her a princess?'

'A man in our position holding grudges can be an encumbrance don't you think?' Tyrion asked.

''And I suppose you want me to broker this agreement?' Petyr questioned 'yes I could sing this song to Lysa if I care too... What's in it for me?''

''The gratitude of the people, helping in this war, admiration of the King for bringing the Veil back into the fold..." Tyrion offered but PEtyr gave him a blank look. Right not good enough, Tyrion agreed before deciding that his father wouldnt mind giving up Harrenhal.  Petyr waited patiently for a better offer for his services. "And Harrenhal.' Tyrion told him.

'' Harrenhal is cursed' petyr corrected. he would rule their, he wouldnt want to bring Rieka there either, for the fear of it burning down on them. 

''I didn't take you for a superstitious man but by all means tear it down and build another. You'll be able to afford it.' Tyrion told him 'I plan to make you Lord of the Riverlands.'' Petyr liked that. He liked that very much. 

''with a single stroke you would make me one of the greatest lords in the realm?' Petyr questioned incredulously and curiously.

''You have served my family well in the matter of this succession.' Tyrion reminded him. 

''So did the last man you slaughtered, you sent him away, and snatched his title away.' Petyr reminded him.

''Yes pity, but he was an incompetent fool.' Tyrion remarked. 'I need you to convince Lysa Arryn' Tyrion told him. Tyrion had spoken to three men, not he left to ponder their deals, now all he had to do was wait to see which one spilled his secrets.

"I think father would like this." Sansa remarked softly as they set little paper sail boats into the water. 

They wrote a little prayer for the future on them, wrote for their family, for them, for freedom. 

"What's it like being married?" Sansa questioned. "I feel like I have hardly seen you." 

"Sorry, Petyr keeps me busy." Rieka offered. 

"Is he treating you right?" Sansa pondered. 

"Very well." Rieka agreed a blush on her cheeks. "I really love him, I think father would be proud, happy that I'm happy." Rieka's hand went to her wolf ring around her neck. "Mother would be in a fit..."

"You still havent told her?" Sansa questioned incredulously. 

"You know her." Rieka countered. "She abducted Tyrion, I dont want her doing anything else stupid. Besides, it's done. WHen i see her I will tell her and she was give me that oh you little scoundrel face but I'm hoping I will be pregnant by then and she wouldnt kill Petyr if he is going to be father... right?"