Monster // Petyr Baelish

70. A Child. With Him

'She is a child.'

'She is a foot taller than you.'

'A tall child.' Tyrion said

'What's the youngest you've ever had?'

'Not that young.'

''how much older?'

'Older.' tyrion said simply

'You're a Lord she's a lady.' Bronn reminded him 'and a beauty at that.' bronn remarked and Tyrion sighed.

"Then there is the problem of Shae." Tyrion offered. 

'Shae is a whore Are you going to marry her?' Bronn questioned 'How did marrying a whore turn out for the first time?'

'I never should have told you that.' Tyrion said slumping in his chair. 

"wed one bed the other.' Bronn offered 'all you have to do is get a son in the stark girl, you will have two women and if your father gets his way which he seems to, a whole kingdom of your own.' Bronn remarked.

'Two women who despise me and a whole kingdom to join them.' Tyrion corrected. 

'You can waste time trying to get people to love you, you will end up the most popular dead man in town.' Bronn said pouring them both another drink 'you wanna fuck that stark girl you just don't want to admit it.'

'I do not pay you to put evil notions in my head.' Tyrion said. 'The ones in my head don't need the company.'

'No you pay me to kill the people that bother you.' Bronn told him 'evil notions come free.'

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'When I was at Winterfell all I ever wanted was to escape to come here to see the capital see the knights and kings landing after dark... All the candles burning and all those windows.' Margaery sat along side sansa 'I am stupid.' sansa admitted 'stupid little girl with stupid dreams who never learns.' she said sadly tears in her eyes. maergery offered sansa her arm.

'Come walk with me.' Margaery told her 'I remember the first time I saw you in the throne room I had never seen anyone look so unhappy. I want you to be happy and so does my grandmother you would've been happy at high garden.' Margaery said taking a rose off the bush 'but women in our position must make the best of it our circumstances.''

'How do I make the best of my circumstances? I have to marry him.' Margaery held out the rose and sansa took it. Gently twirling the stem in between her fingers.

'Has lord Tyrion mistreated you? Has he been kind to you?' margaery questioned

'He has tried.' sansa admitted

'But you don't want him though...'

'He is a Lannister.' she reminded Margaery.

Rieka stared down at what should have been a blood stain on the bed, she had been feeling nauseous and lightheaded since Tyrion announced he was to wed sansa and she thought thats why she was sick to her stomach. But she also felt sick before a bleeding and her sheets were clean. 

It could just be late by a few days, Rieka didnt count correctly... many, many things. She wanted to talk to sansa and Margaery but they had enough on their minds without her possible... pregnancy. She really wanted to talk to Petyr. 

'Far from the worst lannister though wouldn't you say?'

'I am sorry here I am complaining to you...'

'My son will be king, sons learn from their mothers and I plan to teach mine a great deal.' maergery told her 'and your son if I'm not mistaken, your son might be the Lord of Castlery rock and the north someday.... what?' maergery questioned seeing sansa disgusted face.

'My son....' sansa said 'with him... I'll have to... We will have to...' She felt sick to her stomach even thinking about it.

'If it is the pain you're worried about-'

'I'm not afraid of pain.' Sansa admitted 'not after what Joffrey has done to me.'

'Then what is it then? He was rather good looking even with the scar especially with the scar.' Margery told her.

'He is a dwarf and loras... Loras.' Sansa said dreamily.

'Some women like tall men some women like Short man some like hairy some like bald gentle, rough man ugly men, pretty girls. Most women do not get to know what they like until they tried it and sadly so many of us get to try so little before we are old and gray.' Maergery told her. 'Tyrion may surprise you from what I've heard he was quite experienced.'

'And that is a good thing?' Sansa asked incredulously

'It can be, you know we are very complicated beings pleasing us takes practice.' Margaery told her.

'How do you know this? Did your mother teach you?'

'Yes sweet girl my mother taught me.' she lied.

Rieka wished her mother was here to tell her how this was done, what she would be feeling, she supposed she could go to the whores, they knew, many of them had their own children.