Monster // Petyr Baelish

57. Sit Still. Look Pretty

'Can you read?' Tywin questioned Arya.

'My Lord?' Arya questioned

'Can you read? This letter detailing our infantry movements was meant for Lord Damon of House Marbrand. It was sent to Lord Marlyn of House Dormand.' Tywin told her and arya stepped away, embarrassed and worried that she got caught snooping

'My apologies, My Lord. I must have ...' Arya began

''Girl, fetch me the "History of the Greater and the Lesser Houses." It's the one on the ...'' Tywin began but Arya grabbed it. ''My cupbearer can read better than you. To whom does House Dormand owe allegiance?''

''My Lord, I ...''

''To the Starks of Winterfell!'' Tywin shouted at his council. ''Who have 20,000 men and my son! I judged you might be good for something more than brutalizing peasants. I see I overestimated you. If you ever put my son's life at risk again, I'll..." Tywin sighed. 'Leave us.' Tywin demanded and waited for his council to clear out. ''Put the book away, girl.'' Arya nodded taking the book, Tywin watched her ''Maybe you should devise our next battle plan while you're about it.'' A knock at the door drew his attention.

''Lord Petyr Baelish and Lady Baelish.'' Was announced

'Hmmm.' Tywin said thinking that through before nodding ''Give us the room. Clear all this.' Tywin gestured at the table for Arya to clear

' Lord Tywin.'' Petyr remarked.

''Baelish. You have a wife." Tywin remarked and Arya's gaze shifted slightly. "And a child."

"Yes, I have been busy." Petyr agreed. "Let me introduce lady Rieka." Arya dropped the plate, to clattered to the floor as she met her sisters gaze.

"Girl." Tywin grumbled.

"I will help her." Rieka offered calmly. "Petyr, take your son." Rieka passed off Robbie and knelt beside Arya. Arya's eyes went wide, she had to many questions but knew she couldnt say it here and now. Rieka seemed to know as she silently helped her clean it up she gave Arya's hand a squeeze.

"Wine?'" Tywin pondered.

"'Thank you.' Petyr answered sitting down he shifted Robbie in his lap.

"'What news from the capital?'"

''I travelled here directly from Renly Baratheon's camp.''

'Ah, the late king Renly. Rather a short reign.' Tywin mused. 'murdered by a woman, I hear.'

'So they say.' Petyr agreed softly. Arya smiled back at Rieka she couldnt believe her eyes.

'There has been talk of other forces at work, dark forces.' Tywin remarked.

'Men love to blame demons when their grand plans unravel. It is my belief that a moment of chaos affords opportunities lost soon after.' Petyr offered holding Robbie a bit closer.

'You say that as if you were the first man alive to think it.' Tywin retorted smugly.

'Yes, a crisis is an opportunity.'

'What other brilliant insights have you brought me today?' Tywin said needing him to get to the point.

'After the Lannisters and the Starks, the Tyrells command the largest host. Their lands are the most fertile in the Seven Kingdoms, feeding horses and soldiers.' Petyr reminded him.

'Yes, yes, yes.' Tywin said bored, he knew all this.

'The Tyrells have not yet declared for any of the surviving kings. Loras wants revenge. He blames Stannis for Renly's death. And Margaery ... Wants to be queen.' Petyr reminded him.

"Margaerys would be a pretty queen. We all know rhats all queens do is sit still and look pretty." Rieka murmured. Arya smirked back at her.

'Yes, she does. House Tyrell rebelled against the Iron Throne, against my grandson.' Tywin reminded him.

'They did. And perhaps that treason should be punished one day, after Stannis and..." Petyr hesitated rieka would have his head if he said her brothers name.  He cleared his throat isntead. "When Stannis is defeated'.  Petyr offered

'More wine for Lord Baelish.' Tywin told Arya

'If you will allow me to represent your family's interests, I believe that an advantageous agreement ...' Petyr offered

'The Tyrell host has returned to Highgarden?' Tywin questioned

'They have.' Petyr agreed

'You would ride there yourself?' Tywin questioned

'Tonight, with your leave. I'll have an answer by nightfall.' Petyr confirmed. Arya poured the wine looking over the babe.

'That'll be all, girl. What else?' Tywin urged as arya slowly made her way out. Rieka reached for Robbie arya kept her eyes on rieka.

'On your son Tyrion's directive, I will meet with Catelyn Stark.' Petyr told him. Riekas tried not to show interest in that particular statement.

'Why?' Tywin countered.

''He had an interesting proposal for her concerning her daughters.''